Scott moved through the grocery store aisles, his pace steady and unhurried. He casually observed the people around him. The other shoppers cleared a path without making direct eye contact. He let them pass, pausing occasionally to track the exposed curve of a strangers neck or to listen to the rhythmic thump of their pulse. "Scott?" He turned. There, standing in front of him, was a face he had not seen in years. "Jordan?...

Last Friday night the wife was having a girls' night in with a few of her friends, a few drinks and some food. After I'd opened a couple of bottles of wine, three of her friends arrived: two blondes, dressed very similarly in jeans and T-shirts, and a redhead in a leather mini-skirt, T-shirt, and knee-length high-heeled boots. I got them all drinks, then grabbed a few beers and went upstairs out of the way. Over the next...

Liv’s Longing The barn door was still partially open, so I slipped inside without moving it. I paused, giving my eyes time to adjust to the darker setting. I was about to call out to see where Liv was when I heard a long groan coming from the loft. “Liv!” I breathed as I immediately raced up the stairs. Images of her lying up there in pain raced through my mind. Farm accidents can be horrible, and most of those who die fr...

I got home at seven. Laura was already there, bustling in the kitchen with her dark brown hair loose. “Stella, how was your day?” she asked, stirring cocoa. “Come, have some cocoa!” I nodded. “Good… it was a good day,” I mumbled, my voice trembling as my face flushed again. I sat at the table with the cup in hand and told her about my unexpected first adventure at the photo studio. She listened with sparkling eyes and enc...

Riley twirled her pen in her hand mindlessly, while focusing on a case file, when she noticed the ink smudge across her thumb. She'd always thought it was funny how she could meticulously argue corporate litigation but couldn't seem to keep her hands clean. The late afternoon light slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows of her firm’s office, casting elongated shadows across the stacks of paperwork crowding her desk....

It was Aunt Jean's birthday, and she had come to stay with us to celebrate her special day. This isn't the first time. She has been doing this for years since she moved to the USA. Now, if you saw photos of my mum and Auntie, they look very similar until you get to the shoulders and down. My mum has tiny tits, easily a handful, but my aunt... You would need two hands per tit, and as you work your way down. The theme conti...

I was lying in bed this morning, thinking about how I would finish my latest story 'Spying On Auntie Jean'. Then I started thinking about you, my readers, and where you are and what you're doing while reading my stories. I started to imagine all sorts of naughty story readers, and the fun they are having while engrossed in one of my stories. Which started to turn me on and I couldn't help but slowly stroke my stiffening c...

My older brother was due home any minute. He had left home and was sent to military school when he turned 13. After all the trouble he got into, my dad thought it best to send him away to stay out of jail. That kept Brandon from coming home until now. He decided to let the past go and come home for our mother's funeral. I hadn't really bothered with it all since I was a baby when he left. I wrote to Brandon many times ove...

It was that time of year when the cold of winter had shifted from bone-chilling to warm and mild temperatures. The birds chirped, and leaves were returning to the lush green of spring. Along with the return of warmer weather and birds came my neighbor’s return. Rebecca, or as she liked to be called, Becca, was a delightful 18-year-old girl who spent the winter months at her father’s place in Colorado, enjoying whatever a...

Chapter One I have to be quiet tonight. Not because Daddy’s listening—Daddy always listens—but because Mother is home too. Ooof! I knew she was home because I could hear her yelling even from my bedroom on the second floor, with my door closed, and music playing. That woman needs to get laid… Too bad my mom has the personality of skunk and the sex appeal of a porcupine. I know my dad isn’t fucking her now and I could imag...