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FOREWORD
The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all corners, male and female alike. The man, who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and …
Read More →Retirement often got boring for Max. There was only
so much he could do maintaining his rental properties,
and his old friends on the Street were busy working
most of the time. He needed to either start a new
business or find a distraction. In only a week’s time
Max called Shannon for some distraction. He wondered
about Nina, but …
“Hello?” I answered my celphone after checking the number, making
sure it wasn’t Rodney. I was kind of avoiding him.
“Kylie? Hi, it’s Brandon,” a soft male voice said and I felt my
tummy tighten. “From the other night?”
“Yeah,” I smiled and looked down as I sat just outside the Student
Union, relaxing between classes on bit of shady …
Her master was gone for a week. He had left Sunday with
strict instructions that she was not to touch herself sexually, or
make herself cum while he was gone. It was only Tuesday, and already
her body was missing him. She sighed. It was going to be a long
week.
She stepped out of a hot bath, and carefully …
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After college I had to do four years in the Army to pay back my ROTC
scholarship. I was commissioned a second lieutenant and assigned as a
platoon leader in an infantry company. I had married Michelle while in
college and I managed to get a small married-officer quarters on the base
where I was stationed. Things were pretty tough …
You walk in the front door and hang up your coat. After closing the
door, you hear the music coming from my bedroom. Oh, god, she’s
playing that song again. You walk down the hallway towards my room,
thinking you’ll talk me into dinner or something. You are tired and just
don’t want to listen to this stuff.
As you …
Read More →Considering what the Federals had done to her and hers, Bertha
Evans felt that she had kept her feelings about them remarkably
impersonal. Although they had invaded her country, crippled her
brother, killed her fiance, stolen most of her family’s property
with that horrid “Emancipation Proclamation,” and were occupying
Twin Oaks at that very minute, she could express her opinions …
Jennifer made it home shortly after the first snow flakes started to
fall in what would turn out to be a wicked blizzard. Good thing too as
her sports car doesn’t operate well on anything other than bare, dry
pavement.
“It’s soooo cold out there,” she said, and after welcoming hugs from
her mother and I she tossed her coat …
Sales, thought Jeff, is hell.
This insight into the universe came to him on the 8:00 night
flight to Chicago, a trip which had forced the cancellation of his
annual Valentine’s Day date with his wife. With their dual careers, it
was hard enough to get time together for a quiet evening, much less a
special occasion. Nancy was lecturing …
“God, your dad is so hot.” Nikki sighed in the dark and I giggled. “It
isn’t funny.”
“You always say that.” I shimmied my shoulders a little, getting more
comfortable.
We were sharing my bed, like we’d done a gazillion times before and it
was really just made for one person. Nikki and I were small anyway
though and besides …
A sea mist rose slowly off the placid surface of the calm sea,
and the darkening sun hung, paused in its slow western descent. The
moment hung too, an idyllic hiatus in the flurry of life. The
coastline was deserted except for one sole, slim, figure. The
olive-skinned girl watched the sunset in silence; she gazed at
the western horizon. …
The last time that Ken wore a suit and tie was at _Le Buse Et Crachat_ and
tugged at his tie uncomfortably as he entered the hall in a local firehouse
where _DiSH_ were holding their New Year’s Eve party.
Things were going well between him and Brenda. Though they didn’t come as
a couple tonight, they had planned to …
“Do you really think I’m pretty?” Cindy asked, for Steven had
told her she was just as he opened the door to one of Gwen’s bedrooms.
It was a sumptuous affair, with a big king size bed that was perfect for
three people. Jeffrey’s presence did not bother Steven. In fact,
before Cindy had arrived he had been speaking to …
OK, as I discussed in the top of “The Bath –
Response to The Hot Tub (F solo)”, Sevin is now the
proud owner of some new toys, which I think both
scare and excite her. I can’t believe she could have
lived this much of her life and not had any erotic
toys! I had to stick to small …
It was a warm autumn evening in New Orleans, and the air was thick with the scent of jambalaya and the distant sound of jazz. I was sitting at the bar in The Spotted Cat, nursing a Sazerac, when she walked in. Her name was Isabella, a sultry brunette with olive skin, fiery eyes, and curves that could make a …
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