Why did I do it…? Winona thought in her sad state, what was so special about those shoes? Winona was morbidly depressed. She was not allowed to leave her house just in case she might flee. I would do anything to not go to jail, anything. "Why me?" Winona interrupted her train of thought with a simple statement of anguish and sorrow. It was about 9:00...
I remember it like it was yesterday...it was a vacation I would never forget. Not in a million years... You probably won't believe me if I told you what happened...but I know it did. It would be a day I would treasure for as long as I live. I guess I should start at the beginning... You can call me 'Jason'. That's not my real name, but for the sake of my...
Martha got us more towels and dry clothes for Buffy and I to wear. She also got some dry clothes for herself. Like Xander says, if you're gonna save the world, you should put on some pants first. "So, right before the lesbian group sex started," Buffy prompted Martha, "You were trying to tell us about the cyborg-demon-thingy." Martha stepped into a pair of...
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Note: this is obviously a parody, as well as a jackoff fantasy. I'm sure these women never really behave like this. Which is their loss. Please excuse the run-on sentences; it's hard to punctuate and beat off at the same time... * * * * * My thick, pole-hard cock teasingly slapped back and forth across Winona Ryder's kewpie-doll face. She stared up at me,...
Outside Winona's bedroom, her two bushy Moon Flowers swayed in the breeze on the yellow stucco terrace, their delicate cream white trumpet flowers still in bloom from the previous night, elegant and erect. Down from the wide sun bleached street below, the lazy murmur of morning traffic was slowly rising to a low roar. The high pitch whine of delivery trucks...
I ran my fingers through the blades of grass soaking up the early spring sun in Henry's garden. My eyes fluttered, slightly flinching as birds flew above me. I stood up straight pulling my dress up around my thighs to step into the creek to soothe the heat from my pores. The cold water rinsed upwards to my knees, I shivered but lingered in it. I was used to...
Note: I apologize for the lengthy wait. I was/am going through a major life change and needed to take some time to think things out. Part of the change is trying to fit my writing into my new circumstances. I ask that you be patient as I figure this out. In the meantime, here is chapter 3 of 'The Slayers'. Chapter 4 will immediately follow. Thank you... Kala...
Chapter 2 Winona's Family Peter sat in the country club dining room listening to his wife Cynthia and his daughter Winona complain. They were complaining about Winona's fiancée. Cynthia had never liked or approved of Jerrod and took every opportunity to vent her dislike of him. Over the years the sweet, caring, kind and thoughtful woman he had married had...
"I don't care how important it is." Celia yelled into the phone. "It's my birthday and you should be here." Aunt Celia was really pissed off with her husband Bill. It was her 45th birthday and he was still at work. "It's fucking six o'clock on a Friday night and you're still at work. I bet you're screwing that secretary of yours aren't you?" She took another...