First of all, let me introduce myself. I am Mable. I have lived on our street for a long time and I like to keep a close eye on things. My husband, Walter, wrongly accuses me of being too nosy. I am curious, not nosy, and there is a difference. I do admit, sometimes I get a little tingly in my lady parts when I watch my neighbors. And underneath my proper floral dress with coordinating cardigan, I like to rub my swollen l...

Toria As I stand in line, I am distracted by my mind replaying the events that led me here, each one a specific private frame. It had been a long day, where it seemed that everything that could possibly go wrong did go wrong. Specifically, though, it was catching the wrong train after leaving a very important and long-awaited job interview -- which I completely blew -- that had led me to this unfamiliar part of town.  Dis...

It's a very nice autumn morning. I'm looking out the window at the changing leaves in the woods across the street. I was thinking about maybe calling my former girlfriend who used to live here. Several months ago we decided to go our separate ways after nearly three years of being together. Shortly after that was when I met Nancy. Looking out my window on this autumn morning, it's actually Nancy that I've been thinking ab...

He watched her enter the lobby of the ski lodge, tall and lean, with a cascade of chestnut hair that randomly but perfectly spilled over her shoulders. He peeked over the book he pretended to read as more eyes followed her across the room. He saw some guy put a drink in her hand to win the first chance to talk to her. He witnessed her gentle laugh as she dismissed the over-eager suitor. He observed the graceful ballet of...

It was a few months after TwerkFest, and Brooke was back at work at her job. The usual things happened at her job. The male gaze. She flaunted it a bit more, even though she and Mark were somewhat a thing. Her usual customers even returned. She looked at the four that showed up at TwerkFest in South Padre that day. She saw their distinct faces. “What’s up, Brooke?" Jaden said. “Or should we say, Miss New Booty?" Kevin rep...

Molly After the party, it felt like things went back to normal.  The weekend ended and school started again. Caleb wanted to hang out with me but I had a busy schedule so he didn't get to see very much of me.  We did see each other every day for lunch but I didn't have time to hang out in the evening.  Friday arrived and school was finally over.  Caleb texted and I went over to hang out.  I walked in and Caleb was not alo...

A sense of dread has come over me. My stomach is in knots. I am not sure what was going on. I am at one of those high school parties with lots of drinking and the air is redolent with testosterone. I am in a room full of boys but one boy, Jack, is standing particularly close. He is a little too close, close enough for me to feel the heat of his body. I am having trouble catching my breath and yet there is a tingling sensa...

"All right, South Padre, you know how it goes. The loudest wins. Let's hear it for Brooke!" The DJ said. The crowd cheered loudly as Brooke teased them a little bit more, shaking her buttocks and pushing her breasts together. She was wearing a small bikini which showed all her curves gloriously. She felt good about her performance. She chose a different song than what she would have done, but she did that with someone els...

As the party bustled around him, Carlos Garcia adjusted the plastic fangs in his mouth and hoped that the fake blood on his lips hadn't smeared too badly. As he smoothed and adjusted his cape he snuck glances at the girl across the room. She was exactly the type that Steve had told him he should approach: a cute, perky looking gothess dressed as a slutty vampire. Her breasts were equally perky, accentuated by her tight to...