About 2 years ago, 3 topless dancers rented the 4 bedroom house next to my house. As a horny teenager, I was keenly interested in my new neighbors. As a huge bonus, my 2nd floor bedroom overlooked our fence into their pool/patio area. When meeting my parents, the dancers were surprisingly truthful regarding their occupation. My Dad, a Protestant minister, wa...
The sun sending out its last strands of light before ducking below the distant land, I bounce into town sitting in the stage coach. Bouncing around with me is another lady, Mrs. Sarah Roundtree, though definitely not round, she is very prim and proper and stick thin. Her lithe body encased in several flowing layers of white and purple, around her neck a came...
Notes: Thoughts are in [[brackets]] Disclaimer: I did not create the concept of Superman, nor did I develop any of the other characters. Someone else owns those ideas. I just played around with a few ideas I had will watching the recent ABC show. * * * * * Clark racked his brain trying to think how to tell Lois that he was Superman. He had not even come c...
What else is woman but a foe to friendship, an inescapable punishment, a necessary evil, a natural temptation, a desirable calamity, a domestic danger, a delectable detriment, an evil of nature. -St. Chrysostom What woman needs is not as a woman to act or rule, but as a nature grow, as an intellect to discern, as a soul to live freely, and unimpeded to unf...
It was a typical old Victorian neighborhood, about a two blocks from the downtown square. It would be easy to cut the grass since it didn’t get very thick under the shade of the old oak trees in the front yard, but it did sit rather imposingly on a rise and the very front of the yard fell away steeply toward the street. Nevertheless he was glad for the work....
The continuing life of David Harden. For those of you who know me from reading “Caught You!” and “The New Neighbor” welcome back for more. For those who are new to me, I’m a forty-six year old freelance graphic designer/illustrator. I work out of my home for anyone who needs design help. That’s why I’m heading through the door of Matt Allen’s place on this...
On Sunday evening Diane and I were on the sofa in the front room. She was lying with her head on my lap and I was reading to her. This was a more recent addition to the books she had gotten from the library, but wasn't available on tape. In fact most of the books in the series weren't on tape and I had promised to read them to her. There was a knock on t...
Authors note: This chapter is a little longer than the previous one, and it took a little bit more effort to develop, 'cause just like that saying, "Now, the plot thickens." Hope you enjoy it. ********** Part One (Against the wall) She was fuming, and just wanted to get home as fast as possible. He didn't even dare to say a word during the trip to dr...
The rest of the story of "Good Girl Gone Better". I'm not a professional writer and have no ambition to be so please be gentle. Sorry for any grammar errors. Just smile and keep reading. If you don't like wife seduction stories or dominance. Feel free to move on. She did it! Or more accurately we did it. My wife reluctantly went down the road of no retur...
"I'm a stripper, not a slut." I looked into the eyes of the man seated at the other side of the table. "I know that you don't believe that but it's true." Given the circumstances that led to this moment in my life I wouldn't have believed that statement either. . . . My parents were hardly what you would have called good role models, my mother was a slut an...