Cute Girls

The sun was shining through the tent flaps as I awoke. Tammy looked so good lying beside me with nothing on, just her naked body inside the warm sleeping bag, a dream come true.

Her left breast peeked out from the flap and was so inviting I couldn’t help but take the soft nipple between my fingers and squeeze it gently. It slowly awakened to my touch, getting harder from the tender manipulation. Tammy’s eyes fluttered as I softly massaged her breast. I lowered my lips to her hard nipple and as my mouth closed over it, a soft moan rose from her lips. I could taste the salty flavor of your skin from the past night’s activities and smiled to myself as I remembered how her hot body worked us both into a fury as we fucked. (more…)

With Maria’s discovery of the horse thief’s pattern, Megan couldn’t wait to relate the news to Trey. Looking out the window of Clint’s office she saw his truck approaching from the barns. When Trey turned into the courtyard to let her know he was leaving, she was already waiting on him.

“Maria figured it out!” Megan exclaimed, excitedly. “There’s a pattern to the thefts. It’s gonna be the ranch on the east side that gets hit next.”

Megan quickly explained to him how the thieves would twice steal horses from the ranch on the east side of Taos and then make a theft from the ranch up at Alamosa. They would then inadvertently repeat their pattern. (more…)

Since Jan’s phone call to her lawyer, we worked to make sure we were ready in case Greg decided to show up and try to find her. Ian had seen women who were determined before, but something that her lawyer had said had changed Jan, and Ian didn’t know if he liked the change. Still there were preparations to be made for a potentially unexpected and unwelcomed guest.

Ian showed Jan the various perimeter sensing devices set in a semi-circle at the base of the cliff and about 100 yards from the house. He also showed Jan how his entire house was designed to blend in with the cliff so as to be virtually invisible to the casual eye. The two rifles and a shotgun came out and were loaded before being placed at strategic spots around the house with extra ammunition on hand. (more…)

“If you’ve read the previous eight parts you’ll know the score, so you can skip the rest of the intro and go straight to the action. If you haven’t read them I’d strongly suggest you do. You see the accounts flow naturally and are intrinsically linked, so they really do need to be read in the sequence I wrote them.

Whatever way you do read them, though, enjoy them, leave whatever comments you wish and e-mail me if you’d like to discuss anything.”

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*Part 9: Back Home and a New Life*

Chapter 1 (more…)

“This story is autobiographical, in that it relates something that happened to me recently. It was a lot of fun so I wanted to share it with you all. Please let me know if you like it.”

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My name is Cinnamon. I am a graduate student in Classics at a big university. I’ve finished all my classes and most of my doctoral research, so I am spending most of my time now at home, writing my dissertation. I live in a nice, quiet, suburban neighborhood, and my husband is away most of the time with his work, so I am free to spend most of my time working on my dissertation. My husband is a very nice man, and a great conversationalist, but unfortunately he had an accident a few years ago which left him impotent. He has essentially told me that I should probably look elsewhere for sex, but until now I really hadn’t followed up on that suggestion. I must confess, however, that I was getting pretty horny and what happened next did nothing to cool me off! (more…)

The day after Thanksgiving, 7am, and here she was, sitting at her dressing table. She was hardly able to believe that she, Sara, was actually getting ready to go to work. So much had happened in her life, in this terrible year of 2003.

The loss of her dear husband Harry, in that horrific train crash in January had devastated her. The driver had fallen asleep at the controls, and 56 people had perished as they commuted to work. Her world had collapsed around her; she was so lucky to have her son, Harry Jr. to help her through the trauma. The air force had been very good, giving him compassionate leave, considering the events unfolding in Iraq. Poor Harry had been at the front of the train, and they said he died instantly, as it ploughed into the express, not that that helped Sara much, but at least she knew he didn”t suffer. (more…)

I looked down at my rapidly disappearing drink and sighed. Damn! Beer always did have the same effect on me. Just one pint was enough to send me running to the bathroom. I signalled to the barman to prepare my second drink, a dark rum and coke, and got up to go to the bathroom.

Knowing that the lock on the door didn’t work, I just closed the door behind me and popped it out to start pissing. A couple of seconds later the door opened behind me and I heard a very feminine voice excuse herself saying that she didn’t know anyone was there. Not really worrying about it, I jokingly stated that unless she wanted to wait, she could use the ladies… next door. The door closed behind me and after finishing my piss, I went and sat down at the bar again. (more…)

Nothing could have prepared her for the sense of absolute freedom driving gave her. Having spent most of her 33 years without a license, indeed without even having sat behind the steering wheel of a car, here she was suddenly in control of a great hunk of metal, plastic and rubber barrelling along (within the speed limit of course), her red P’s proudly displayed on her front and rears passenger side windows, and the breeze ruffling through her long dark brunette hair.

She had the music up full blast, well as loud as her little car’s sound system would take it, and she was smoothly taking corners on the mostly empty country highway like a pro. (more…)

” [The third, and final, story about 40 year old Dave (me) and 19 year old Ryan. Note: You'll get this one better if you've read "The So Called 'Photo Shoot'" first. I apologize for this story being so long. Hope you enjoy it. Let me know!]”

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The phone rang for the fourth time with no answer. I decided I would give it one more ring and then hang up. As the fifth ring began my apprehension about this call was dissipating, as I was sure there would be no answer. I now could honestly tell Ryan I had tried to call but hadn’t been able to reach them. I was off the hook, at least for the next day or so. (more…)

My wife Rita and I were, as usual on long weekends, staying over the weekend with a couple that we had known for years. Craig was an old college buddy of mine. In fact I had been best man at Craig and Tina’s wedding about 15 years ago. This weekend started out like all the other weekends we had shared: bringing in the usual wine box, tossing our overnight bag into their spare bedroom and sitting down to plan the rest of the weekend. If things went as normal, we’d be visiting a museum or garden in the morning and in the evening playing various card games and board games like rummy, mahjongg and others. This weekend however, was going to be different. (more…)