The three teenage boys busily chatting in the hall fell silent as a beautiful woman strode by. She was tall, long-legged, with a fantastic figure, and her gleaming chestnut hair fell to her shoulders. She flashed the boys a smile, and they stared after her till she walked out the front door of the school. Then they all sighed.“Wow, …
Jenny Armstrong walked down the hall, her books held against the heavy mounds of her breasts. Other students jostled her, but the girl ignored them. She opened the door of the teacher’s lunch room and looked in.“Is Mr. Evans here?” Jenny asked.One of the other teachers shook her head. “I think he went out for lunch, Jenny,” she …
Reverend James Walker had been the minister in the rural community of Woods Fork for the past six years, and both he and his wife, Abby, were highly thought of by the congregation. Standing on the church steps talking to some of his church members, one Sunday after the services were over, he was finding it very difficult to concentrate …
John Tremont had a hard-on.Most of the time, since he enjoyed having a hard cock and positively devoted himself to the pleasures of masturbation, John was not at all displeased to find himself with a rampant pecker throbbing lustily in his pants.This was not one of those times.For one thing, John was in English class.For another, …
In the heart of Paris, where the Seine River meets the city’s cobblestone streets, there was a small, quaint café named “Le Petit Jardin.” It was here that our tale begins.Granny Rose, a spry 75-year-old with silver hair, piercing blue eyes, and a figure that defied her age, was a regular at the café. She was known for her …
The dog started it, really.Tracy Turner was sunbathing beside the swimming pool at the back of the house. The girl was young, but already very nubile and sexy, with the sort of body that had caused nearly all of the boys at school to frantically jack off while pretending that their fists were Tracy’s hot cunt or sensual mouth. …
In the quaint town of New Orleans, Louisiana, where the air was always thick with humidity and the scent of jambalaya, lived a sprightly 65-year-old woman named Eleanor. She was a mix of French and African descent, with a mahogany complexion, silver hair that cascaded down to her waist, and piercing green eyes that held the wisdom of her years. …
It has been said that every person has some dark passion buried within his soul — some hidden secret, desire or whim that may never surface. Such a secret may be evil or sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.In America, dark, forbidden passions may be easily submerged and hidden by the complexities of modem everyday life. Yet, …
It was Henry David Thoreau, in Walden, who remarked, “The mass of men lead lies of quiet desperation.” This statement appears to be just as true today as it was then. Perhaps it is even more valid today considering the pressures and frequent monotony of today’s world.The majority of today’s men and women live in boring circumstances, and when …
FOREWORDThe seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all corners, male and female alike. The man, who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and …