CHAPTER 1
Let me say at the very beginning that Lora was not a beautiful woman. Only when the light and the expression on her face were just right could she appear rather attractive. But then, on second glance a moment later, she would be the plainest looking of females. I did not find her at all sexually appealing right up until the moment it happened.
The year was 1963. My college roommate Ronny had invited me to pass the spring break with him and his family in Houston, less than two hours
The candy-apple red Bentley slid down the ramp, cruising into the bowels of the underground parking garage. Overhead fluorescent lights reflected off its tinted windows as the car stopped by an elevator. The driver – a Nordic man with piercing blue eyes that were well trained to see nothing – exited the driver’s door and rang for the lift, then opened the Bentley’s trunk.
He removed a stylish black leather briefcase, then opened the passenger door. Another man stepped out of the car, and the
My name is Elena. My husband and I are eastern Europeans who immigrated to the west four years ago. I have been told that I am attractive, despite standing only 5 feet tall and barely weighing 100 pounds. I have three daughters; 1 six years old, one 5 years old, and the other is 9 months. Having had a baby during the past year and still breast feeding my breast were still a large 34-B. Much larger than one would expect on a woman my size. And on my petite frame they looked very large.
I married
“You like it that way, baby? You been keeping secrets from your man?”
I hear your words from the hall, where you stand, having pushed open our bedroom door. I left it a bit ajar when I lay down, knowing you were at work, never dreaming you’d come home early and catch me at my afternoon play.
Or did I?
You’re quiet for the next few moments, just taking in the lewd sight of me sprawled across our bed. You’ve stumbled upon me here in a compromising position, one that
My roommate and I would always play “dare” games. Usually they were just harmless things like “I dare you to say hi to that guy” or “I dare you to ask that guy to dance” while in a bar. However, sometimes, it would get a little racy, like daring each other to flash some guys in a car on the freeway or something. But one time, we did something so outrageous that it is worth submitting.
We were at our apartment and were talking about guys and we were starting
“Oh. My. God, this is the girl I saw here last week,” – said Mike quietly, pointing discreetly at a girl who just walked into the restaurant. I followed his gesture and saw her as well. My mouth went dry instantly, rivaled only by the instant stirring in my pants.
You see, me and Mike are long-time friends and roommates. When we were teenagers together, we discovered that among other things we have in common, we share the preference for a certain type of women’s figures.
Erica was still sobbing as she walked up to the police station. It was night time and dark. She must have passed out on Mr Appleby’s floor after they raped her. And maybe Mr Appleby and his son had left her there. Because, when she woke up, they were nowhere to be seen.
She felt angry and hurt. Erica realized that Peter didn’t want to take her on a date at all. No. He wanted her to meet his father. They probably planned the whole thing.
They had both raped her. Father and son. Like
Nic was the most adorable guy I’d ever met. He was so shy and quiet around girls he liked which was a sharp contrast to how social and animated he was with his platonic friends. If you didn’t know him, from his behavior you’d think he didn’t like the very girls he liked.
I was one of those girls who didn’t know it, and I thought he ignored me because he disliked me.
I had such a crush on him at the time, we were both young and Nic was gorgeous in a completely cute
“Put it on.”
A flash of black flying through the air, and then, there in my hands, a blind fold. Play time. Mmmm yes, I so love play time.
Lickety split, I covered my eyes, making sure I couldn’t peek, turning my head, this way and that, trying to peer beneath the fold of fabric and failing. I wouldn’t want to be caught cheating.
“Kneel.”
I carefully kneel, my knees pressed painfully into the hardwood, my ankles crossing behind me in an attempt to take the
My father-in-law is tall and well-built, with really sexy bedroom eyes. But I hardly gave Daddy Jim—the pet name I gave him to distinguish him from my husband, who is also named Jim—a second thought, except for the times we went out to visit him, so we could use his pool. Sometimes, when my Jim had to work on the weekends, I drove out there by myself to swim and work on my tan. One Saturday morning about a month ago, pulling into his driveway, I noticed a strange car parked in front of the
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