My name is Marian. I am 18. I am on my knees and forearms ... naked ... my bottom up, my head down. A pimply nerd from my high school is about to shag me in my well-spanked, paddled, switched and very sore bottom. Oh, did I mention that we are outdoors and that a number of people from my town are watching? But I've got ahead of myself. Let me tell you the st...
Monday morning Elizabeth Ann wakes up early. She throws the covers off herself and looks at her tanned, naked body. Her dark nipples rise like twin towers in the center of chocolate cookies resting on amber orbs. Her waist is narrow; it's flatness broken only by her navel, which appears as a sensuous hollow that longs to be filled with syrupy cream. Her Ven...
Brandon left his self indulgent wife Angela upstairs in her room. He understood now, he understood fully what his sister had meant. Angela had fallen completely under the control an array of self destructive behaviors. Maybe her dissolution wasn't completely her fault? Maybe Vonda had a lot to do with it? That no longer mattered. What did matter was the fami...
"If you have read 'MY RA' you may recall Zoe's first roommate, Pen or Penny. She was the out of control party girl. You may also recall that Miss Dawn was fuming because Penny was out partying instead of being where she was supposed to be. Before we can even talk about Penny we need to go back to the flood. When we hear the immortal words: "I'm her Mistre...
(with all due apologies Mr. Steinbeck, the title was just too perfect not to use) * Of all the professions out there, no one has to answer to more masters than teachers do. Between the school boards who hire them and the principals who monitor their every move, to varying degrees, teachers also have to deal with the competitive, and often times petty natur...
Ch. 5 The Dead Zone Summer in the Wenatchee Valley is predictable. Dry, sunny, and hot! Which is fine when you're living in a nice cottage on the Columbia River with a beach in your front yard. It's not quite as good when the shop doesn't have a proper air conditioner, and with the traffic in and out of the store the inside temperature gets pretty warm. I...
Chapter 9: Bill returned to his church the following Sunday morning. He was welcomed personally by Pastor Markham. David Markham was in his mid-thirties, and one of the new-age ministers. He had a better understanding of the youth of the day, and he was able to communicate with them. Bill had stopped attending church when he met Zena. She had not been to ch...
This is the final chapter in my re-post of Jenny, a story written over two years ago when I was just starting. I have edited it to improve the punctuation, grammar and, I hope, the readability. * Jenny and Ingrid were enjoying the last minutes of their "girls' night out" as they sat in Ingrid's great room and enjoyed a glass of wine. Jenny had told Ingrid...
Before I get into the story, let me give you a little bit of background information... During my first year of college at UNC I played it pretty much by the rules of polite society. I abstained from personal misconduct, mainly sexual promiscuity, and concentrated on my studies. I also worked on meeting people since I had always been a little shy in high sch...
THE GRANDE BALLROOM. Four bomb disposal experts in body-armor wheel a metal container out the doorway. Police mill about as ambulance attendants heft Rostislav's body onto a stretcher. "See that your superiors file a detailed report on this incident," the tight-faced police detective says to Dominika. "Yes-sir. Lieutenant General Yezhov will see to it f...