ONE July 2, 1982 The two 19 year old girls walked carefully, attempting to avoid the rusty cans and general litter on the grounds of the Craddock-Childress Greens Mobile Home Village. The taller girl, a pretty redhead in a bikini carried a boom-box, which was emanating Boy George's sordid screams. The smaller girl had short, ratty hair, and wore thick gl...
October 2021 Tuesday October 12th I'm in serious trouble with Angie. I was in town yesterday, heading back to the bus from my office. It was raining, so I took a short cut along one of the back streets. I didn't notice the new signs that they'd put up. Some streets have been designated ‟accompanied males only" and some are ‟no males allowed". There are e...
Author's Notes: Thank you all so much for coming back (or for continuing along, if you weren't reading this series before the Great Plague of 2020). I know that I haven't posted a new chapter in quite some time, but most of you have been very patient and supportive. My thanks to those of you who took the time to comment or send messages of encouragement. In...
Chapter 8: Sorority Halloween Saturday morning, Halloween day, was warm and sunny. Cindy and my love making from earlier that morning left us both happy and hungry. Marsha was in the kitchen and she had prepared a big breakfast of eggs, bacon and biscuits. Since it was extremely unusual for Marsha to do anything so nice, especially for me, I attributed it t...
Copyright © 2011, Surt, ALL Rights Reserved. There is no need to read 'WrestleMom Ch.01 & Ch.02' as everything relevant to this story is explained at the start, though it is recommended as you will have a better understanding of what's going on. Feedback is always appreciated and replied to. Everyone in this story is at least eighteen-years-old. Thanks for...
Chapter 1 "I can't believe you saved your wedding dress!" said Frank Jellicoe. Amanda Jellicoe rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time at her husband's comment, then hugged his arm. They were standing to the side as their daughter Melisande, 'Melly' for short, and her new husband posed for photos with the rest of the wedding party on the steps of the church...
This is a continuation of "Star-Crossed Lovers" and it picks up about a year later. If you have not read the previous chapter, I recommend you check it out. As a word of warning, there's a lot of story in this section, so if you're here just for the sex, you might want to find another story. Enjoy! ***************** "Incoming!" Everyone dove for cover as...
Chapter Thirteen – Sandro. Did she remember? Did she remember what remembering was? Time was irrelevant; there was no past, no future. Just this one moment – stretching tighter, winding up to a point of breaking, but never breaking. Her skin rippled as her spine arched. Hunger consumed her, but it wasn't for food. The gasping throats of her flesh needed...
Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. As always, I need to thank, Stylus and Madison (ThanatopicFolds) my cool editors. If you spot any issues with grammar, it's because the editing came from Down Under where beer does flow and men chunder, so it's all good. Chapters 7&8 were supposed to be...
...well, as far as I am concerned, he can just go to hell. No, fuck. I don't mean that. But why, Eric, why did it have to be with her? That big-tittied brunette bitch that works in the same bookstore I do? Fuck you, Clara! I miss him. I miss the way he held me and caressed me. The way he would look in my eyes and smile. Hmm- I guess I could have fallen in...