“Well, I guess I’ll be getting into my own bed.” Leah whispered. By the uproar in the hallway, they heard Lily had returned from the party. The loudness of the noises made her assume that Lily was slightly drunk. “Yeah… you should.” As much as he wanted to keep his little teen close to him,…
*This part is meant to be readable without having read the previous chapters.* Together they entered the hotel room. He wondered how they would spend the evening, just the two them. There still were so many hours that had to be filled before they could go to sleep. Without television, the night might prove to…
For as long as I could remember, staying the night at my best friend, Stephanie’s, house, was a normal occurrence. We would switch back and forth between houses, even if it was a school night. Her family had become like my family and my family like hers. We loved this about our lives, it made…
*This is the second part of chapter 1 after I split them up* Someone was looking at her, she could feel the gaze on her back as she rhythmically slid her arms into the water. When she turned her head around, she saw Leah was indeed watching her. They exchanged smiles and Lily decided to…
Gently he put his arm around Sarah’s body. She was still sleeping. He had dreamt about Leah tonight and woke up with the hardest erection. Hoping his wife would give him some way to release, he softly squeezed her breast. That woke her up instantly. “What?” She stammered. Robert answered by pushing his cock against…
She was the first to spot them. “Over there.” Lily said. The whiff of excitement in her tone revealed she had gotten sight of a hot guy. The other girls, even Sarah, looked at where Lily had nodded. “Mmm, the right one…” Jessica licked her lips as a way to amplify what she had just…
She rotated her slim body, giving Leah vision of her rear. “How does my back look?” Jessica worriedly asked, as the three girls left the table. “Oh, my.” Leah stammered. The redheaded Jessica had such pale skin, she always got sunburned so easily. The blistering sun definitely hadn’t had any compassion for her back this…
(Note: This poem was written many years ago and recently found) Though dreams are dim and distant I remember: Across the field the swallows swept the grain, And Autumn on the hillside lay to slumber, While shadows browsed like cattle ‘til evening came. And when the sun set low behind the grove, And the early evening…
Lily felt the first rays of sunshine stroke her face. She had been awake for quite a while, still trying to get back to her dream. When she first opened her eyes this morning it was still dark, she knew she had been having a nice dream tonight. But now, she couldn’t even remember what…
To say that he was stunned, at the sight of the middle aged woman, apparently being sexually molested by the caretaker, was an understatement. His initial shock would have quickly transformed into protective action. He was about to leap to her defence and drag the old man from her, when something about her stance fixed…
She knocked on his door, her hands already beginning to tremble. She knew he was home, that was what worried her. The fact that she’d have to see him again. Would he hate her the way she had hated him? They hadn’t spoken in over five years and they parted ways on bad terms. She…
“I really like your father, Alice,” my daughter’s best friend Regan Reese said bluntly as they both sat in bedroom they shared together. Regan was really a punk rocker chick, as my daughter Alice was a cute little pixie girl who dressed in normal girly clothing while Regan was the one to dress in chains,…
(This is a novella and, therefore, isn’t going to be an abbreviated bump-and-rush, as stories go. Patience is a wonderful, rare virtue in a reader; rest assured, those with it will be happily rewarded.) They were in the library when she saw him. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d checked a book out and,…
“This is my granddaughter,” said the vicar. “Emma is with us for the summer.” Stanley nodded to the young lady who was stretched out on the vicar’s sofa reading a magazine about horses. She barely acknowledged the visitor, lifting her black eyelashes fleetingly, and continued reading as if her attention had been uninterrupted. Stanley was…
Since the blizzard last year, I’ve kept my distance from Jayson and the chicken-head that has come home to roost. I became more focused on my photography and writing at the magazine. I had to put Jayson out of my mind regardless of his sexual prowess. I tried so hard to forget my unhappy encounter…