Unfortunately for Maddy, her mom came home to take her to cheer practice before she could properly satisfy that aching need inside her. But Maddy, the good girl she was, put her panties back on, changed into her cheer outfit, and tried her best not to look like a sex-crazed nympho. She cleaned up nicely. Though the skimpy outfit still accentuated all her best features. The mini-skirt gave a tantalizing glimpse of her milk...

Elodie The club was a heartbeat on loudspeaker, bass rattling through her blood and bones as she moved like water on the crowded dance floor. That feeling she craved, permission to let go and just feel, block out the impersonal city streets, and let her body follow the flow of the music. It was an intoxicating primal need to be around people, dancing as close as physics would allow, and experience undiluted joy as one; th...

In the middle of my niece Stormi’s high school graduation, it began to sprinkle. As usual, the ceremony was held outdoors at the football field. I’d received my own diploma there a decade and a half earlier. There was only a slight drizzle at first and I felt just a drop or two per minute. I was sitting quite a distance from my relatives. My two older brothers and I still got along fine. They were happy I’d babysit their...

(Gerald) As I gave my speech at the Maritime Archaeology conference, I stared at pretty Emily in the fourth row. She was wearing a tight white blouse and the shape of her black bra could be seen through it slightly. I also liked that she had her shoulder-length blonde hair in pigtails, making her look even younger and cuter. “…and the French gunnery was so poor that instead of firing a warning shot, they actually hit the...

Tammy and I had been neighbours and friends for years. Initially, there was a sizeable group of neighbours that caught up regularly, but over time, the others stopped attending events. Then our partners left us. But we still continued the catchups as friends, just the two of us. We were quite open with each other - talking about work problems, dating (or lack of) problems. Sometimes, we would go to the cinema, other times...

Johnny was in the bathroom, trying to do his hair. Somehow, no matter how much laundry starch he put on it, he could never quite get it to spike up as perfectly he wanted, though he was determined to get it as good as possible for the gig tonight. For the start of the gig, anyway. By the end it'd be a sweaty mess, but so would everybody else's. Recently he'd gone back to having it orange again, after a period dying it bla...