Milk and cookies

“So you’re going off to college,” Mary Peters said to the young man who was painting her house. “In another couple of weeks, Kerry Kimball replied between brush strokes. “My, my,” she sighed while fanning[…]

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No sleep

“It sure is good to see you again! I can’t believe how tall you’ve gotten,” Tom said to Renee, the only daughter of his best friend. He was making a cross-country drive and had stopped[…]

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The gambler

I really hate amateurs. Especially amateurs with guns. If people can’t afford to lose, they shouldn’t play poker. Unfortunately, some people don’t get that. They seem to believe that anyone can gamble and make money.[…]

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Fax and fantasy: chapter 3

Chapter 3 Ever since Jo started getting her brother to notice her sexually, and leaving dirty panties for him to use, her desire for him had been growing exponentially. Whenever something really dirty happened, Jo[…]

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A quiet interlude

I stand at the foot of the table watching you intently. The silence is wreaking havoc on your already overexcited senses. My eyes travel over your face taking note of the slight parting of your[…]

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Back stage heat

It was just supposed to be a short nap. I’d been working day and night to get the sets built for our upcoming production of Romeo and Juliet. We’re a small theatre group and can’t[…]

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