Carly absolutely loved babysitting for Debbie Anderson’s three year old son. Not only did she have free reign of what she considered the mansion that Debbie lived in, but Brad was a breeze to watch and went to sleep very early, and soundly. Not a bad way to make a few bucks for the twenty year old college student.
Not that Carly wished bad luck on anybody, but when Debbie got divorced the year before, it opened up this opportunity for Carly and she was quick to jump on it. Carly knew very
Ingrid Rios drove the cue stick forward in a smooth motion. The cue ball kissed the bumper and grazed the black ball that hung on the very edge of the pocket, causing it to fall.
“That’s a hundred Manny, wanna double up again?” the small woman asked as she chalked her cue.
“Nah, you’re already into me for most of my take on the deal I came here to do. I’ll give the rest to the putas over at Rosie’s, at least I’ll get something for the
Warning: This work of fiction contains scenes of women having sex together, without men. If this offends you, do not read it! People who complain to the authors here about the content of their stories are, IMNSHO, just like people who move next to the airport and then complain about the noise… Constructive criticism is always welcome, but closed-minded rants have no place here.
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Kristi Hansen was excited. It had been a crazy year for her, and
Smiling down at you, so happy you trust me as I tie your left hand down at the corner of the big table where you spend so many hours creating your art. “Done,” I say, now that you are at my mercy, I lick my lips in anticipation for what I have in mind for you.
Liking how you bite your lip as I take the mixing bowl in my right hand and a large spatula in my left, your eyes watching my every movement. I gaze down your naked body, watching your breasts rise and fall with your quickened
I should not have been on that bus. I would not have been had I graduated the year before like everyone else my age. But I got held back a year because of injuries suffered during a car wreck in 10th grade, and had to repeat. I’d never hated the fact more than I did that afternoon.
It was the middle of January. The temperature was arctic (even before the snow), and I’d already seen more snow than an Atlanta girl would see in a lifetime. The problem was, I was no longer in Georgia.
She was standing at the bar in a white leather mini skirt and a hot pink bikini top. She looked to be about 22, with long blonde hair. She was maybe 5’6” with a body most women would die for. She looked to be around a 34c, with a flat tummy and a perfect butt.
I‘d known girls in high school and college that had experi
“For the last time; I don’t KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT!”
“Oh I think you do. I just don’t understand who or what you’re protecting.”
“Fucking cucaracha, do you have any ears?!”
“And again, with the feistiness…Just tell us what we want to know.”
The room was poorly lit for effect, but the redhead didn’t know that. She was blindfolded and cuffed to a cold steel chair.
She could smell the dingy stench
I watched my fingers creep slowly down the slope of my belly, edge into the wispy brown forest covering my mound and disappear into my wet and waiting hole. Then I snuggled deep into my warm bed, turning slightly into my pillow and reached out to Jane Carter.
In the past few weeks my fantasy had become increasingly familiar. I would meet Jane accidentally at a grocery store, Jane would ask me to dinner and there would begin the exquisitely slow revelation that we loved each other. The fantasy
Ah yes, she’s here again – the girl. I’ve been watching her for several weeks now. She and her friends hang out at the pool where I live. Several of them must be sub-letting for the summer because there’s no way a college student could afford to live here on a regular basis. Then again, who knows? Parents give their kids everything these days.
Of course, I like to give them things too. Just not the things their parents give them, or would likely want them to have. Like
The heavy cement building went from a speck on the horizon to a great looming hungry monster in seconds. Kelsey’s eyes took in the structure. The walls were cold and unwelcoming; the electric fence was topped with angry looking razor wire. The gray sky above matched the setting well. Kelsey saw the blood on her hands through the blur of tears. She had been convicted fairly by a jury. This would be her home for the next twenty-five years.
If the trial was so fair then why did Kelsey feel like
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