As many of my readers know, I wrote almost all of my stories during a short 4-5 month interval about three years ago. Over 50 of them were completed, while another 20 or so sat unfinished on my hard drive because I seemed to be suffering from some sort of burn-out. During the last month or so, I've managed to begin working and finishing some of them. At the same time, I realized that there are two TRUE stories that I've never told, for reasons that should be obvious to the readers.
Adult female, adult female
The most important thing that your readers have to know is that my husband and I have a marriage that is totally built on honesty and trust. I realize that's what everybody strives for but by some miracle Bill and I have somehow found the right formula.
Alice Pierpoint gazed up at the jet trails in the air. The air-show had dazzled her, and the sun had baked her skin. Even the flush of excitement in her face was masked by her now bright red skin. Her noticeable cleavage had suffered the same fate because of her low-cut tank top. A couple of men in the bleachers behind her tried unsuccessfully to determine just how deep the burn reached.
The room was completely silent as John Pressman finished speaking. He had just confessed to the brutal rape of over 15 young, attractive lesbian women on national television. He had laughed at the police, the DA's office and the judicial system. He bragged about how it felt to shove his 8 inch dick down an unwilling lesbian's throat, to look her in the eye while he fucked her face and she choked on his cock. The soft heavy feel as he fondled her jiggling tits.
My wife Susan and I have been married almost seven years now and we have two darling children. Josh is 6 and a perfect replica of myself, I am proud to say. He is trim, fit and has my sandy coloured hair and bright blue eyes. Our daughter Kara just turned 5 and is a true charmer. She is a sparking child, with golden long blond hair, just like her Mom, and has the eyes of a vixen, green as can be, which she inherited from her mother also.
Harold and his wife Nancy had decided to go to a non landed nudist party. Non landed meaning a group of nudist where the members take turns in having nudist events in their homes instead of a fixed location. Harold and Nancy had been married for just a little over 3 years. Nancy had become pregnant the first nine months of their marriage and produced a beautiful girl named Laurie.
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The pulseblade throbbed hungrily as I drew it forth. Its surface slick with spent juices, I wrapped my fingers around the sculpted surface, letting the gecko coating cling to them. With a soft snap the outer shell parted and withdrew, folding back into itself and revealing the glowing stiletto within.
SUMMARY: A starship captain learns about an artifact that gives glimpses into the future. She discovers what inevitably lies ahead for her... on the battlefield and in the bedroom.
This story is a work of fiction; any apparent resemblance between the characters in this story and any actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional.
The snowflakes hung motionless in the air about her as Clara walked across the parking lot, leaving a tunnel of empty air, and crisp black footprints behind her. As she couldn’t feel the cold, she walked with the front of her shirt open, feeling the snowflakes press against her skin as she pushed through them, her waved black hair floating out behind her in the empty air?
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