Well here I go again I thought to myself as the guard ordered me to place my hands through the slots so he could cuff them. After I stepped back, he opened the cell door and stepped in to put the ankle bracelets on. My third thirty days for contempt of court was done. It was time to see if another thirty days would be handed out by my good friend Judge Jayso...
Chapter 8 With Astrid now onboard, Taggart's sense of humor slipped into overdrive. When he was alone with Dina he referred to the boy as 'the tripod' -- yet these little references were innocent enough. Astrid was a few years older than Rolf, so this was going to amount to an innocent 'crush' -- and nothing more -- yet, even so, the whole thing interested...
Author's note: If you haven't read Chapter 1 you should before reading this. For those of you who have read the first chapter, I apologize for the long wait for this one. Enjoy. Steve ***** Alexa and Ryan took a shower together washing away the last traces of sticky cum the clung to their bodies. There was some kissing and making out in the shower but...
"Seventy-seven, seventy-eight, seventy-nine, eighty. There! Minus five bucks for that order you delivered late, here's your pay. Don't go spending it all in one place now, kid." "I won't, mister Maroni." Jackass. Chet closed the door to the pizzeria and lifted up the kickstand on his bike. The air was much cleaner and fresher outside, but it was also gett...
This fantasy makes more sense if you've read the other six parts first. All my characters are over 18, and so should you be! Sado-masochism is a strong thread running through some of my stories, which are hopefully not over-crude, and tend to emphasise the dominance inferred upon the receiver of the punishment. Three months had passed by since Naomi's init...
Preface: My wife and I were driving south on one of the highways that connect our home with one of our married children when we passed by one of the community funeral homes. Now it's not normally a busy thoroughfare, and it wasn't that day either, but the parking lot at the home was burgeoning with freshly washed cars and that was not normal. I asked my...
Ch. 12a: The Final Prophecy – The Contested Realm "You are all my guests. Please sit down. Forgive me for the bad furniture." The Warriors of the Guardian were quite hesitant at Lord Falagor’s kind request, but obeyed once Atrus and Anna sat casually on the nearby tree stump. The small hut supported only simple furniture, mostly made from timber from the n...
This is my 11th and last Joanie story. I hope you have liked them. I'm even older now than I am portrayed in my stories, but the memories are clear as a bell. One does not forget these things easily, if ever. Thank you for having stuck with me and read the stories, if indeed you have. If this is your first Joanie story, you might want to read some of the oth...
Bright afternoon sun beat down on the hot tiles surrounding the deep blue swimming pool making it painful to walk without shoes as I carried our three glasses on a small tray back to the apartment for a refill. The water dripping from my wet swim shorts made slippery puddles around my feet and I stepped carefully the last few yards. As I reached the apartme...
Jack and Jill grow and make it out like minks. In the Wheatfield’s house in suburban San Francisco, USA, year 1967, there lived a Swedish exchange student named Jill Olson. She’s 19, extremely beautiful that back in her country someone said that her natural beauty could make a blind man see again. But though most of the teenagers at that time were gravitat...