“Strip!” barked the guard. “All right! I heard you the first time,” Heather Stanton replied. As an FBI agent, Stanton made countless trips to prisons around the United States, but she was accustomed to more preferential treatment under the aegis of her gold badge. Today she signed into the prison visitors’ area as Shelby Taylor,
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
Lisa was an attractive brunette, 34 years old, curvy but didn’t show it off dressed in dark blue sweatpants and a matching Hoodie from Adidas. She enjoyed dressing casually so as not to be noticed, she preferred to be the observer. She was dozing off, daydreaming as she always did when she watched the people
“At last!” I shouted, after I sneaked a peek through the blinds. I wanted to make sure the Gang of Four couldn’t hear me for two reasons. One, if they did, maybe they’d turn around and come back. Two, they might high five each other if they heard my exasperation. But Laurel, Felicity, Mimi and
“Hey there sexy sisters! What’ll it take to make you break your vows?” called out the young black man. The two young nuns ignored him as they walked by the cheap hotel room. His friend, who was sitting on the car out the front chimed in, “Come on baby, you didn’t need to become a
I drifted between sleep and wakefulness. My skin was dotted with sweat, and the sweat smelled of rum. I was dreaming drunken dreams in the sultry morning humidity. It was that hour before dawn when the human beast is at his weakest; when most people take their last breath; when magic happens. One minute I
One night while we were lying on the floor drinking wine, smoking marijuana and listening to music he had a silly idea and I went along. I had a bit too much wine. I was too agreeable. I couldn’t really believe he would let anything happen. He was just testing me. It started out with
John was always trying to prove he was a great poker player, but you could read his face no matter what kind of hand he had. I on the other had am not a professional, but I do hold my own in most games. John asked me and 2 other friends over for a game
Don was quite small the first time he put on his older sister’s pink silk panties but he liked it. He was quite upset the first time his sister and her girlfriend caught him wearing these panties. “What on earth are you wearing,” Jane said as she and Judy walked into the room. They stood
Sharon’s heart pounded with excitement as she turned on the water to shower. It had been months since Mike had asked her to go out. Sharon wondered if he had lost interest in his wife since the three children. Sharon knew she was 37, but since their last child was born four years ago she
An 18-year-old upper class spoilt brat goes out for a drive with her equally objectionable friend Belinda. Belinda’s flashy BMW cruises through suburbia. They mock those they see. But then they get lost in a rather run down part of town…. We have all met and heard about girls like Little Cutie. Her real name
I knew from the first time I saw Monica that I would have to get in her pants somehow. Problem was, of course, that she had absolutely no interest in me whatsoever. Come to think of it there wasn’t much that attracted me to her other than her body; nothing except perhaps the generally snotty
The evening was not going well and Cheryl knew it. Only 18, she had almost passed out when a college junior had asked her here. Telling her mother and father that she was going to a girlfriends house for the night, she met her date, Billy, at a convenience store near her home. Just getting
Wow Lola, What a thrill is it to get your emails. I always get a double delight from them. The first thrill is just reading them and getting turned on. Your ideas always dampen my pussy. The second joy is reading them to poor Aaron and watching his face get beet red, knowing I’m telling
I began the walk home, dreading it. It is so far, through the darkened heart of the campus, all deserted during this holiday weekend. I trudged under the arches, a brief glimmering smile at their legend, and tucked my head against the whipping wind. My mind drifted, stopping on this, pausing on that. It was