Growing up in rural Montana, with the closest neighbors being 11 miles away can be rough on a young boy. Luckily I had a twin sister who was a bit of a tomboy, and always up for a fishing trip or campout. Sis loves fishing to this day, takes her family camping and is still as much of a tomboy as ever. Don’t get me wrong, Sis was and is to this day a looker, and did enjoy some girl activities such as cheerleading, barrel racing and baking contests, which were fairly common in our area. We were close, and I was very protective of her, punching more than one…

It was Wednesday evening, the middle their work week, and Steve had arrived home earlier from the city than his wife Laurie. This wasn’t unusual. She worked as a dental assistant, had once again been put on a security shift. One of dentists has taken too long in surgery, meaning she had missed her normal train. So Steve was in the kitchen cooking dinner when he heard the screen door open and close a bit too hard. Taking this as a sign, he turned down the heat on the stove and walked into the living room to greet his wife. And like every time he had seen Laurie over the…

Author Notes: Please read Chapter 1 to get familiar with the story line and characters, this is not a standalone series. Please understand that all characters are 18 years or older. It has been a long time trying to get this story to a second chapter, with many setbacks, re-writings, and other such nonsense getting in the way of my completing this story. If you like my story, please don’t forget to vote. Also, leave some constructive criticism; not just blasting my writing — I am not an English major just an old guy who likes to entertain the masses with my fantasy stories. Thank you for taking the time…

Damian’s note said he would be in town the following Wednesday and she answered that of course she would meet him for dinner…and anything and everything else he wanted…that evening. Then she turned to the next message, the one from young Eddie that made her pussy twitch just knowing it was there…. ….Eddie almost violated her most basic rule: No one younger than her now twenty year old son! She rationalized it was OK since Eddie was six months older than her son, with the same body type and, most importantly, a cock similar in size and girth to the one she saw fucking a young girl a few months…

Aunt Barbara called me one evening. We’ve been pretty close all my life. She’s the one who helped me keep it together when my parents were killed in a hold-up at their little jewelry store. I sure as hell needed my aunt and uncle then. I was an only child, a freshman in college, commuting from home. They did as much as they could to help me through the mess and horror of all that. Even their daughter Rose pitched in. She was the one who did a lot of the clean-up at the store when the evidence guys were done. A gangly young teen, she was the only one…

A slight shift of his weight caused the false turf beneath his feet to crunch, the sound somehow carrying over the wind. The breeze jostled the flowers, and whipped the tarp overhead in a percussive cadence. Dean Lanza stared at the grave, his twenty-year marriage ended just like the line in the wedding vows, until death do us part. Everyone else had left. In his peripheral vision, he could see the crew waiting to fill the grave impatiently glancing in his direction. Dean remained, thinking he had to demonstrate grief in some way – because he certainly didn’t feel it. Even the sudden, unexpected heart attack hadn’t managed to evoke…

This story is pure fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. (wink) ———- JoAnne and I had been best friends in high school even though she was 2 years behind my class. We had been friends for many years because we attended the same church youth group and had been on several group trips together. She is one of those girls who I felt a natural non-sexual attraction to. As I said, we were best friends. About me, I was extremely naive…

We had just finished an emergency call (I’m an EMT), and it was about 3:30am when we returned to base. “We” was my partner, our “ride-along”, and myself. My partner decided to go to bed as he was tired, but the ride-along (we’ll call her Monica, a 18 year old nursing student) and I were still riding the adrenaline rush of the call and decided to stay up and watch TV. We get HBO (great place to work eh?), and the movie Poison Ivy 2 was on; it wasn’t all that good, but there was quite a bit of sex, so it was good. Monica and I had been flirting…

My response to their question was a resounding, Hell-Yes! It would give me a little more time to spend with Stephanie. The fact that there would be 3 other naked women at their house was icing on the cake. The e-mail indicated that Steph would be dropped off at the bar waiting for me, while Tom stayed home entertaining their friends, until we showed up. I drove the hour up to the same hotel bar near their house on the interstate. My mind wandered back to our first encounter. I could feel a stirring in my pants. The anticipation of being with Steph, was also having an effect on me.…

Strangely, I woke up in my own bed. I seemed to remember being in Sally’s room. I looked across at the clock; eleven a.m. Damn, I’d slept for ages. My body felt silky as I realised I was dressed in scarlet satin French knickers with a frilly edge, and matching baby-doll top. I rubbed myself all over and felt good. Upon getting out of bed, I went to my cupboard. I opened it to find only women’s dresses, sexy dresses. I opened the drawer to find only sexy women’s underwear. All my male clothes were gone! The door opened and dad came in. He was dressed in a black corset…