Honey Smart is my real name, believe it or not. It's on my birth certificate. On the very day I was born my daddy found and robbed a bee tree and got a lard bucket full of honey. My red hair is natural and so is everything else about me. Everyone always ask me, how did I start being a whore? Well, that's a good question. You have to understand that I came...
Chapter 4 -- "Weapons of Mass Seduction" Even from hundreds of feet above the ocean -- the 200-foot yacht looked larger than life. As Carver's polished black helicopter circled the vessel -- Caroline could see the name "Cesarine" on the back ("aft" she would later learn to call it) -- the brilliant white ship sparkled like a pearl floating in turquoise sea...
Your feedback in action... I get an occasional feedback message which suggests scenes for Ginny and Katy. G&K covers most of three years and it's plotted from beginning to end. At this point it's about two thirds written and one third published on Literotica. Feedback causes me to say some things a differently in later parts. Clear up something not covered...
His eyes caressed her legs. She drove a popping red PT Cruiser. Her knees were angled high in the car too small for the 5'11" woman. Her face was leaning forward. She held the top of the steering wheel with both hands. Her forearms rested against the steering wheel. He stole more glances onto the slender, pokey knees. The knees were parted to work the paddl...
Frank was unfazed by the heat waves off of Interstate 95. It was mid August and about 110 degrees in the upper state of Georgia. He'd rather be in his cab, listing to the southern drawl of country music with the cool air of the air conditioner blowing on him rather than out there. He had a easy job and he knew it. It beat sitting in an office, having ric...
Sharlet the cook wiped her plump hands on her apron and smiled at the tall man who stood waiting at the hatch. "Good morning, Ruan!" she beamed. "And what would you like to eat today?" Ruan flicked a lock of black hair from his brow and bowed in greeting. "Good day to you, Mistress Sharlet. I am hoping you might have some fresh prawns for sale." The cook...
Dr. Trotsky checked his patient one more time. She was primed. It was the fifth nymphomaniac he had the pleasure to work with. The research was being done for a very private client who had too much money to spend, and a penchant for sexual sadism. The proposal for research was very simple: A nymphomaniac would be selected and he or she would be starved sexua...
Hey guys! So here is chapter 8... I gotta say I got sucked into this one. I was researching away and found the most moving images and it kinda just moved me to write. If you're interested in seeing those images, let me know and I'll post a link in a comment. And chapter 8 got to be so long that I decided to break it up into 2 chapters. So I'm finishing up...
Jerry Pemberton adjusted his green apron after setting out the onions. He was feeling pretty good. At nineteen, Jerry was pretty much running the produce department of the market while Ollie Anderson, the Produce Manager, sat in the back watching football on his portable T.V. Jerry was earning money, saving up to go to school in the Fall, and he had the hott...
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