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On June 22, 2000 a man, armed with a handgun, entered a grocery store in the town of Reed in Desha County and demanded money from the owner, George Barnes sr.
At gunpoint, the man took Barnes s money bag, and then he told Barnes to hand over the keys to his truck. Barnes kept the truck keys, and the …
Read More →It was a May, Sunday afternoon in the 80 s years before x – rated, online material irreparably damaged the Spicy Adventures Adult Bookstore s business and Odyssey Express, a swingers mag, was still in circulation.
However, the submissive, black – haired and 25 – /o Susan wasn t aware that Troy, her dominant, white and 26 – y/o husband, …
Read More →Seven P. M. on a Thursday evening, a weary Betty sat on the bus heading back to her new flat. She didn’t hate it, but when she thought were she had come from it left her quite depressed. Betty was almost 62 and after a late marriage at 49, she’d been left divorced almost penniless and pretty broken four months …
Read More →It was late morning when she climbed out of bed, and headed for the shower. An hour later washed and fed and feeling fully refreshed her mind went to the photo shoot. It had been a while since she had even worn a swimming costume let alone model them, she went to the bedroom and pulled her costumes from her …
Read More →When I was in my late 50s I decided to make a bucket list of things that I wanted to do before I passed away. I was bound and determined to do everything on my list. Two of the items was that I wanted to have sex with the youngest girl I could find and have sex with the oldest …
Read More →The beautiful Asian bank teller cringed as the huge
black customer appeared before her to make a deposit.
Being a minority herself, Cindy believed all people
should be treated equally and had no hatred towards
blacks, but this giant black man gave her the shivers.
She cringed at this coal black monster who grinned at
her, felling as if his …
Gifted with intelligence and beauty, Nora Hanim easily
breezed through her college courses and in record time
had obtained her doctorate’s degree in psychology. In
the two years since obtaining her doctorate degree,
her research and studies had brought about new insight
into an aged old theory. Thus, Nora (a short English
sounding version of her true Asian name) was …
Author Notes: “Aoife, the Queen Maker” is the story
the pixies told me when I wanted to write something
else. Sometimes I write a story with a theme and plot
that I have created; sometimes I just tell a story as
it unfolds in my mind. The story I originally intended
to create was a scary story with lots of …
One afternoon, Amy was working away in her home office
at the computer. Or, at least she was at the computer.
Instead of working, she was in a chat room, talking with
strangers about all sorts of naughty things.
She was chatting with a man who described himself as
tall, dark and handsome, and the talk steadily got
steamier and …
Life can take you to some strange places. What I
noticed are parallels. I was 19 years old, met a girl
at a party, and we hooked up. Nothing grand, or
romantic. She was cute, stacked, a little buzzed, and
ready for fun. So was I, and fun was had. Three weeks
later I got the phone call. I was …
A story about the drunken wife who is mauled by three
men.
Sometime back I read a story on the net about how a
person took his wife to a friend’s house where she
didn’t know most of the people. There, he got his wife
drunk and then lifted her skirt to show her panties to
everyone. That story got …
“Damn it,” my husband Sam muttered, “he’ll do the doors
a mischief if he keeps that up.”
The ‘he’ my husband was referring to was our 15 year old
son Tom who was suffering what the behaviourists would
call teenage angst, putting it more bluntly Tom was in a
right sulk and a teenager sulking was calculated to get
everyone …
This is something I’ve promised myself for God knows
how long now. I’m 19 and I’ve never had sex, or had a
serious girlfriend. I’ve never even seen a naked girl
except in the magazines I’ve purchased but had to
furtively throw in the bin before I reached home in
case my rather austere mother finds them during one of…
I never would have taken the art appreciation class if
my friends hadn’t convinced me that it was a snap. “Hey,
it’s Art in the Dark, man. All you do is watch a bunch
of bogus slides in the dark.” Cool, I thought.
I picked a seat in the last row. It was dark, farthest
from the prof and closest …