Zoe sat staring at the white haired woman sitting in the room with her. It was a Sunday afternoon and once again Zoe’s parents had dumped her off at her grandmother’s house while they went to visit some friends in the countryside. Usually Zoe would protest finding her Grandmothers small suburban house boring but lately
I was very young, and my grandparents raised me. Since I never knew my parents, I thought of my grandparents as my mother and father, though they made it plain to me, early in life, who my parents really were. We had a happy life, really. Suddenly, something seemed wrong between Grandma and Grandpa. I
The woman sitting behind the desk was attractive and perky. A blue nametag on her white lab smock read “MISS HOLLY”. Jay looked at Miss Holly’s blonde hair which was slightly curled under, creating a smartly professional and at the same time sensuous look. She recited the litany of the research project to the 26
“I…you know I don’t think my mom would want you down here and…” “And why is that, Jake? Why do you think my prude of an older sister doesn’t want me near her little boy?” “I…I don’t know.” “I think you do.” Auntie replied. Sliding down the bed, she rested her head on my shoulder
“Delayed!” Mom said, disgustedly while scanning the arrival board. “Just like her to make me have to wait around longer.” “I don’t think Auntie Sin did that, Mom,” I told her from my spot on the end of the bench. Peering around dad, she pointed at me, “Your aunt’s name is Sinclair”. “She always says
My name is Neal I was a rather normal eighteen year-old in the Sixties. I had normal parents, normal grades in school, normal looks, normal hobbies, normal friends. Except for my friend, Bill’s mother, Betty, who was anything but normal. She seduced me! No lie; one week I’m this hopeless virgin jacking off four times
If you were to ask Frank Kazarra what he thought about the building, ten to one he’d say “Magnifico!” But he’s biased! He not only owns it, he also built it. The six-story edifice is on the corner of Classic Place and Manor Avenue. It is officially called The Kazarra Apartments but the tenants refer
It was ten-thirty on a beautiful April morning when Conchi Thorne, the woman in Apartment 6-B, looked at her nude self in the bathroom mirror. She was preparing herself for Keith Broys who would come to her at eleven. Her breasts showed fair and firm in the long mirror; coral tipped and slightly aquiver in
In this, day and age with hordes of young people, hippy and otherwise, warring against the establishment, politically, socially, morally and sexually, there is a great urge, among them to try anything at all that’s taboo, just for the sake of rebelling. And if the opportunity for a “new kick” presents itself – a kick
In the course of history, bestial practices have not only been a private pastime but in various places and times have played a part in religious rituals, witchcraft rites, and public spectacles for the titillation of the masses. It is hardly surprising that the ancient Romans who made a arena spectacle out of everything from
Brenda couldn’t wait till tomorrow. Later, after dinner, as she sat in her room trying to concentrate on a book, she felt so horny she just couldn’t sit still. She kept recalling everything she’d seen when she spied on her aunt and uncle, and she remembered how excited Carol had gotten when Joe fucked her.
The next day was Saturday, but both Carol and Bob had to work. With Joe on the road, this left Brenda alone in the house with Mike. She couldn’t have asked for a better opportunity. They’d have the whole day together, absolutely undisturbed. Eagerly she waited for the others to leave. Of course Mike had
For teenager Brenda Bates, coming to spend the summer at her uncle’s house was like arriving on another planet. Brenda had had a very sheltered and overprotected life as the only child of wealthy parents. Now, staying with her Uncle Joe and his family, she felt like she was living in the real world for
He leans over my ear and whispers: ‘Are you going to obey me, or am I going to have to hurt you?’ His blue eyes glimmer in the twilit room. I am gagged and roped. I know I’m sitting down, but I can’t move her arms or legs. ‘Do you want me to untie you?’
It had been a year since I’d visited San Francisco. This latest trip was business but I’d talked my boss into letting me stay over Thursday, Friday, and the weekend. I didnt’ travel much on my job (restaurant goods supplier) and I wanted to take advantage of this opportunity. I’d heard a lot about Frisco