Ellen woke up to pain. Throbbing through her back, a cruel reminder
of reality. She turned her head to check the drip and discovered she
was extremely weak. The bags were empty but she had no way to know
when they had run out. She tried to disconnect the wires and tubes
but found it impossible. She barely had the …
“I saw this, too.”
Stan’s hand began searching for, then finding, the side hem of the
sarong.
Helen tilted her head, eyes closed, as Stan’s mouth found that wonderful
hollow in her neck below her ear, that special place that excites her.
Already she was coloring – her pale skin took on a red glow.
Now he had one hand …
Read More →Before Dr. Mike realized what was happening, she felt Colleen’s
fingers squeezing her breast, through her clothing, while still
hugging her firmly.
“Col… Colleen!” She exclaimed. “What are you doing?”
“It’s all right Ma,” Colleen looked into her eyes. “It’ll feel good,
honest.”
“B… but it’s wrong Colleen.” Michaela tried to tell her daughter.
“But, if it feels good, how …
Read More → I know a lot a people have been wondering why Celeste has
withdrawn “temporarily” from publishing the Celestial Reviews.
I don’t suppose anyone actually believes the phony explanation
she put out in CR 310. Hard disk crash. Haa! The story is a lot
more complicated. Incredibly, it started with the marital
problems of a minor pornwriter, “Homer Vargas,” thus . …
While everyone else remained passed out from the exertion of the
night, the three Mandingos gathered their gear and saddled four
horses. They had decided to desert with this prize white slut and
really show her what penetration was.
While two took care of the gear the third, a giant at nearly seven
feet in height, gathered up the limp …
Debbie felt her head begin to spin and for a moment she thought she would
collapse, pass out sprawling on the floor. Instead she leaned forward
carefully placing her face into her palms, elbows stabbing into her thighs.
“I am truly sorry” the stocky woman was saying, sounding not only genuinely
regretful but also at a loss for words. Debbie …
Jem Alaasha slowly paced the small, confined, featureless space in an
endless, pointless procession. Six measured paces, turn to the left, six
measured paces, turn to the left, over and over, just as she had done since
awakening in this empty, padded box some infinite time before. She was beyond
fury, beyond rage, beyond hatred. All her immediate anger had …
As we drove to the school, I decided to see if Mark would answer a question.
Mark? I began.
Yes, he responded, still looking out the window.
Why are you doing this? I asked.
Doing what?
Doing this to me, I continued. I mean, at first
before this started
I
thought you might have a crush or infatuation for me, …
Steve stared intently at the dials on the monitoring board.
Although he knew every inch of the control panel, having been the
projects primary designer, The readouts made no sense. “Terry,
come here once, will you?” he asked.
Terry walked over to the control board. His wife of 15
years, she was also the co-developer on the project. They had…
It was the sound of something going “Pop!” that woke Maria up. She had been
asleep only a little while it seemed, having got home with Joseph somewhat
late that evening.
After waiting an hour for the flying boat to arrive, Joseph and Maria had
been among the first to leave Hiro Atamo’s party. Joseph didn’t want to hang
around …
This is one of a collection of stories concerning a few women that my
wife & I have known for about 15 years.The names,as well as place
names,have been changed to protect certain reputations.The ladies in
question are big hockey fans,and we all live near a large mid-western
city that has a minor leauge hockey team.The two main particpants are…
Danni didn’t know whether to be upset or angry about the remark made
by Karl, the oddly eccentric old man who was a regular visitor to the
small library where she worked. She should have been used to his lewd
comments and the uneasy knowledge of how he secretly ogled her as she
went about her duties between the shelves, …
From time to time, as he worked, Frank was aware of his Mistress
phoning around to various friends or using the record-player. An
easy-going life. How happy she would be, thought Frank bitterly,
at the knowledge that he was unceasingly sweating his guts out at
her command. Pure joy to a sadist like her. How she must hate
men. That …
Katerina Bronislow was a picture of beauty and grace.
The young champion glided to an abrupt stop, sparkles
cascading from her silver blades as they bit into the
ice. A moment of silence, then the music came back to
life in a burst of joy, as the young woman flexed at
the knees to push herself into another change-double-
three.…
I came home late one night and was heading up to bed
when I heard the soft sound of crying coming from my sister
Kim’s room. I knocked and she asked me to come in.
Kim was a beautiful girl, just turned eighteen. Her
hair is golden blonde, and it falls down to her shoulders in
these big girls. She’s …