I had recently divorced and decided to find a new place to live. After checking out neighborhoods, I found one with nice older homes, town homes and fun and practical shops.
After being there a couple of weeks I went to the local coffee shop to hang out on Saturday morning, as a break from working on the house. I’ve always been an early riser, so finding out that the shop was open at 6:00 am was great.
I brought my computer with and was reading news sites with a great cup of coffee when I
Rebecca was excited. Today was going to be one of her special days. She’d been building up to it or a couple of weeks now, and no matter how she struggled against her perverted desires no matter how much she tried to suppress the depravity of her craving, Rebecca knew that eventually she would weaken and give in. Her sexual urges appalled her in the immediate aftermath of one of her soirees and Rebecca would analyse her actions constantly in the days that followed, but inevitably that
Cara was just sliding the tight-fitting gold spandex skirt down her hips when the doorbell rang. She gasped and looked at the clock. It was already 8:00! In a rush to answer the door, she grabbed the gold headpiece and armbands to her costume and slapped them on as she hurried down the stairs.
With a final glance in the mirror, she plumped and adjusted her breasts, making sure that they were displayed to full advantage in the skimpy Roman-style top she wore. Actually, they were dangerously
I’m falling through the sky. I’m not scared. Quite the opposite really. I know he will be there to catch me. He always is. He will catch me and wrap me tightly in his arms and I will feel safe and loved. I know he is smiling too. The most wonderful smile I have ever seen. I just haven’t seen it. I look up to the man’s face and it is a complete blur. I wake up and long for the feelings I just had. To be safe and loved.
I have had this dream every night for as long as I
The basis for this story is autobiographical, but I do make changes with names of individuals and some of the content to make the story flow more smoothly such as entering the minds of characters to reveal possible thoughts leading up to their actions.
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Dolly was born and lived in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, in an area above city center that is called the Hill District.
Now by that name one might think this is a very exclusive and wealthy part of the city just as one
All characters are eighteen years old or older.
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“You kids help get the car loaded,” dad roared from the driveway.
My sis and I came out hauling our suitcases. I went back for some snack stuff. Sis tagged along for reasons unknown. Her name is
My girlfriend, Julia, had given me a gift certificate for a massage. I wasn’t sure what to expect but I tried it.
I arrived and was given forms to fill out. Then I was taken back to a room by a very good looking young woman. She was petite with long red hair, nice tits and great legs. She told me to get undressed.
I had my choice of totally stripping down, or if I was more comfortable, I could leave my underwear on. If she was going to be rubbing on me, I was getting naked. She could
The eMail surprised me, to say the least.
I had been posting erotic, sexy stories on the Internet into an old “usenet newsgroup,” a system that doesn’t even really exist anymore. On occassion, I received comments about my stories, many of them complimentary, and gratifying.
A few weeks ago, I received the following:
“Hello Susan. I am an avid fan of your stories. My girlfriend and I read them all – we practically devour them. In fact, we love them so much we have been
Jen’s feet hurt, her legs were cramped, and she had to pee so bad she thought her back teeth were floating. She was beyond pissed, way beyond. The pressure in her bladder increased another degree, and a gnat started buzzing her nose. She tried to blow it away, but every time she did, the dam in her holding back the urine threatened to burst.
She felt a few drops trickle out, and pressed her knees together. When Matt got back with the key, the second thing she was going to do was kill him.
‘Ok Nate, my fancy dress party is on tonight, what time are you coming home because I don’t want a repeat of last time? Last time you came home early, you were rotten drunk and I was humiliated by your behaviour. You were abusive and your behaviour to some of my female friends was simply disgusting. I don’t ever want to see that again, do you understand?’ Monica Roberts’ body language added to her words as she lay down the law to her son. They had angry words after
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