Two Weeks in The Valley Teen Casting Call
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My roommate Jacob came up to me with an awkward look on his face one day when I was in the room alone playing video games and my girlfriend Kristy was off at one of the classes we didn't have in common.
"Hey man, can I ask you something?" he said. And I feel as though I knew the question before he asked it.
Jake is a good enough dude. We didn't know each other before the University's computers randomly assigned us as roommates last fall. He's from a small town and a little bit country. Short guy, not particularly handsome, but friendly.
But the one thing I learned about him early on was this: the man is a complete porn addict. I discovered this in the first few months together before he got his own computer when he would leave my browser history (and sometime just open windows he forgot to close) saturated with tons of stuff, all over the spectrum. If I wasn't in the room, he was on my computer seeking out the forbidden things that sparked his interest. And now that he had his own laptop and a suite room with a door, I assumed it was all he ever did.
So the fact that he found material featuring my girlfriend was not a shock, I just didn't expect it so soon..
"Sure," I answered, still looking at the game I was playing and hoping his question was something more mundane.
"Um. Was Kristy... I mean, uh... Well I found a girl that looks just like her online. But she has a different name and..."
I stopped him and turned around. No point in pretending.
"Yeah. It's her. She wanted to earn a little extra money so during spring break she went out to California and did some shoots and stuff. We're kinda keeping it quiet as much as possible though."
"Holy shit!" His eyes lit up with the realization. "I knew it! Man, have you seen this stuff? I found one where she's got two-"
I interrupted before he could finish, even if I kind of regretted it.
"Hey hey hey, don't spoil anything for me. We're watching them together. That's how she wanted to do this. Look, I know it seems weird, but it was good money and I was cool with it."
"No judgement here man. Holy shit! My roommate's girlfriend is a porn star!"
I frowned back at him. "Look man, please don't go into any detail about how you're jerking off to Kristy, alright? And don't say shit around her. It will freak her out. And definitely don't tell Donna."
Donna was Jake's girlfriend. She was a dour, chubby thing with a really sour attitude. I was rarely around on the weekends when she visited from her school, but I got the impression that she and Jake fought a lot.
And she most certainly didn't like the idea of hot little Kristy prancing around her boyfriend's dorm room when she was away, and that's without knowing that she did porn stuff on the side. Porn stuff that he was apparently now paying a great attention of detail to.
"Yeah, she wouldn't like that," he mused. "Alright dude, well I wanted to look out for you and make sure you knew."
He went back to his room, no doubt to crank it to my girlfriend's material, all but one video of which was still a mystery to me. All I could think of was his interrupted sentence.
"I found one where she's got two-"
Two what? Two other girls eating her out? Actually, that seemed pretty hot. But what if he was gonna say "I found one where she'd got two dicks in her pussy and another in her ass. I'm surprised you can even feel her!"
The thought made me a little nauseous.
You have to remember that this was in the late 1990s when there were no smart phones, computers were relatively expensive, and the internet was a very, very different place. I thought we'd have at least a decent chance of doing this and not having it become the scandal of the entire campus. That maybe we would reach graduation before Kristy's secret got out.
Instead, my roommate had found her only a few days after she returned from California. How easy would it be for me to do a search and find the rest of her activities out there?
But I had agreed to follow the rules and I intended to, or at least as long as I could. And the biggest rule of all, one that we made before she left to answer the "girls wanted" ad out in California, was that she would only do things she was comfortable with, but most importantly: I could not judge her for anything she decided to do.
Of course, when she left she and I thought that the most she would do was probably some partially unclothed tease-style photo shoots. Not that the door wasn't open for more if she felt okay with it.
And that was why we came up with the other rule that dictated she would be the one who showed me her stuff at a controlled pace, so we could deal with it and maybe turn it into a positive. One movie down and so far so good.
But I was very nervous about what might come next.
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I am told by my girlfriend that the second video we are about to watch is actually the first one she shot, but the link to it wasn't sent to her until now. It is actually a very beautifully filmed series of vignettes in which Kristy, again under her stage name of "Katelyn" (Which flashed in white under the title card of "First Time Models" when she pressed play) walks around in various locations in a flimsy sundress and tall, high-heeled shoes.. She looks completely charming, the epitome of a girl next door grinning flirtatiously as she prances around, first on the grounds of what must have been some California mansion, then to a park, and on streets and outdoor cafe's. Upbeat, pleasant music (albeit turned down to barely audible volume) played as the camera cut to various scenes.
All the while, "Katelyn" is swinging her hips and swiping at her sundress with her hands, causing it to occasionally give a glimpse to the viewer that she might not wearing anything underneath. The flashes on the street are subtle at first: a quick pull of the back of her dress to show the bottom cheeks of her gorgeous ass while in the background, strangers walk by oblivious. Later, sitting at a table on the sidewalk, the camera pants down at her spread legs. Her freshly waxed pussy and the thin strip of dark pubic hair above are visible, but not to the people eating a meal behind her.
The entire thing has an exhibitionist quality to it, and as I watched it, I realize that was maybe why we were watching it on her brand new laptop here in the 3rd sub-basement of our University's library. That part was her choice.
She came in after class that evening looking excited, and she had that naughty glint in her eye that I've seen more and more since she got back. It meant that she was horny. At first I wondered what about her Biology 201 class could be so enticing, but then she motioned to her cute little backpack with her laptop inside and told me she had a surprise at the library and that I needed to come with her right then.
I put two and two together as I followed her along, more like a man walking to his execution than one moving towards some sexual adventure. I wondered what debauchery I was going to have to see my girlfriend getting up to this time, and why I had to travel across campus to do so. She walked the whole way down the beautiful cobblestone sidewalks on our campus with a slutty cock to her hips, the hem of the sundress swinging about giving me (and many other horny students) enticing glimpses of her tanned upper thighs and the swell of her perfect ass, but all I could imagine was giant cocks drilling her while I stood by helpless and watched.
I couldn't decide if I was turned on or if I wanted to throw up in the reflecting fountain outside of our destination.
We went to the library and walked straight to the elevator. The building looks two-story from the outside but then you realize it was built on a hill and has 4 levels below ground. Stacks and stacks of claustrophobic bookshelves line these tomb-like floors and I have spent many a night down there alone or with her, wondering if the world outside had just stopped and when we emerged everything outside would have been reduced to rubble in our absence. It is often a private space, but also a public one if some other student or the rare librarian wanders down there. I began to realize why she chose this spot for our viewing.
Her hands were actually trembling with excitement as she opened up the laptop and powered it on. She had chosen a table with a view of the elevator but far enough back that we were relatively private. We were not exactly alone though: A studious, slightly overweight Asian-American boy was at a table spaced down from us, closer to the elevator, and we were sitting facing him. He did not even look up from his mound of paperwork when I and my sexy girlfriend walked in.
We sat side by side and Kristy opened her email to clink the link. I steeled myself for the all-interracial gang bang I had feared would pop up on screen.
But the video was actually a pleasant surprise. If I was honest with myself, these were the types of things I had honestly thought would be her limit: flirty, artsy model shoots with maybe some nudity and a little kinky behavior, but nothing extremely hardcore. Those hopes were shattered, of course, when I saw her casting video, but seeing this gave me some hope that maybe that video was an outlier.
As I mentioned, Kristy was wearing a similar sundress to the one "Katelyn" wore on the video, but not the exact same one, which made me wonder if it was a part of the company's wardrobe. The thought of a porn company having a wardrobe department seems absurd, but my mind goes to silly places some times.
The video was sexy too, and I kept looking down at Kristy while her online persona flashed her intimate parts discretely on screen. I slid my hand down to her long, tanned legs and tried to prise them apart so I could see if she too were wearing nothing underneath, but when I did, she slapped my hand and told me to keep watching.
A little stung, I did so, and my attentiveness was rewarded with a very shocking but arousing reveal at the next scene.
Back at the mansion, Katelyn put her hands against the pink stucco walls and spread her legs wide. She was still wearing the tight, way too-short sundress, but it was pulled up above her butt and held there by the breeze blowing lightly through the Valley and up against the building. As a result, her lower body was completely exposed and the angle made her look like an Amazonian sex goddess, even though I knew she was only about 5'6" in the real world. The heels she was wearing helped too, of course, but the people filming this clearly knew what they were doing.
The camera then swung down beneath her spread legs and it was then that I (and anyone else lucky enough to see the video) saw it: A flash of round green crystal visible between her perfect ass cheeks. It took a second to realize what I was seeing.
"Holy shit, is that a buttplug?!" I exclaimed, probably way too loud. The asian kid looked up, but I didn't see recognition of the word, just annoyance at the disturbance.
Kristy sushed me but then grinned. She then took my right hand in her left and thrust it between her legs underneath the dress. My fingers found an absolutely dripping wet pussy. She savored the friction for a moment but then her hand forced mine lower and I felt a hard object just beneath her dewy opening.
She was wearing it now! But wait, did that mean she had worn it to class too? And... didn't she sit on the front row in Biology?
"Did you wear this in class, Kristy?" I asked, unable to resist. She just kept grinning and nodded, then began masturbating herself with my hand, motioning with her other for me to keep watching the video.
My heart was pounding with lust and incredulity. On screen, the camera continued showing my girlfriend, who had now taken the sundress off and continued posing completely naked in the backyard of the house. It was a stunning sight, but my thoughts were of our Biology professor, Dr. Roman. He was a fairly tight lipped man in his mid to late 40's, I guessed, with a very dry sense of humor. Had he been teaching about plant cell structure while dealing with flashes of hot little Kristy's pussy in the front row? Did he suspect that his naughty little student was wearing a sex toy in her perfect little bottom while she sat and listened to his lecture?
Who was this girl I was dating? Had she been like this all long and I just never got to see it?
If the kid sitting a few tables away from us got just the right angle, he would have been able to see something far more interesting than whatever the books in front of him were.
The scene switched again to Katelyn inside of the mansion and for a moment I wondered if this was going to switch to something more hardcore. Instead, the camera worked on closeups of her vagina and the plug in her ass, which was soon joined by various vibrators that my girlfriend teased her clit with. Beside me, Kristy ground her snatch against my hand while her eyes remained glued to the screen. Then with a whispered tone, she broke the silence:
"The plug was their idea. They said it would look good with my ass. They said I had one of the best asses they've ever seen. Can you believe that?"
She didn't seem to need a reply, and I didn't offer one. My proud, horny boyfriend side knew they were probably right. My cynical side wondered if they said that to every girl who hopped off the bus and ended up in their hands...
"I wasn't gonna do it at first but they offered me a lot more money if I did. It kinda hurt putting it in and getting used to it, but then I just felt really nasty. Like good nasty. "
I listened in rapt attention. I had so many questions about her experience, but Kristy was secretive by nature, especially about her days out west. And the rules stated that I couldn't press her for info. So hearing her describe the reasoning behind her jamming a jeweled plug into her virgin asshole and showing it to the world were captivating to me.
"Do you like it?" she asked, and then I tore myself from the screen to realize she was looking at me again with those big green eyes. There was still a little bit of insecurity and nervousness there. I didn't realize it at the moment but that would be one of the last times I saw that part of her.
"I think its... I think you're so fucking sexy Kristy."
She grinned, and then her free hand, the one that wasn't mashing my own into her sopping wet pussy lips, went to my crotch under the table. My cock was straining the front of my pants. She deftly unzipped me with a practiced hand and pulled me out into the open air, stroking my stiff member. The tables and the angle still obscured the view, but anyone actually paying attention would be able to tell by the position and movement of our arms that we were both masturbating each other right there in the library.
Ahead, the student who was our potential audience just kept reading. Oblivious.
I think that must have annoyed Kristy, because she clamped her thighs against my hand and let out an audible moan that must have been designed to get his attention. The student looked up again, but this time we saw realization hit his eyes. He blushed and immediately went back to his books, which he then, after an awkward pause, started to gather up. A few moments later he hurried to the elevator, casting another incredulous glance our way as Kristy's hands kept time on both of our sexual organs, just out of sight.
My heart raced with fear. What if he told on us?
On screen, Katelyn was an almost obscene sight, were it not for the beautiful lighting of the shot: She was up on a table, her legs spread and bare feet flat. Her pussy and plugged ass were on almost clinical display, and in her hands she held a fleshy dildo the size of a baby's arm. My eyes were wide. Was she going to put that thing inside of her?
Kristy's breathing was heavy and I could feel her pussy clenching against my hand. She looked at me as the elevator closed and our audience left. Then she got up from the table and moved towards me. I slid the chair back, but I was worried.
"Kristy we can not fuck here! What if someone comes down? What if that kid is going to tell someone right now?"
She smiled and then straddled my crotch, facing the laptop screen. She did not impale herself on my cock but instead positioned so that her dripping box was on top of it, her lips parted on the top ridge of my length. As her on-screen persona rubbed the big, veiny toy along her snatch, Kristy did the same with me.
The sensation was incredible. It was the best lap dance that I could have ever dreamed of. Her hips moved sensually as she ground down on me. Her wet labia slid up and down and her clit danced along my swollen head. A few times I thought about shifting in my seat and burying my length in her, but instead I let Kristy be in control.
The fear of getting caught heightened things. My eyes darted back and forth from the screen to the elevator, waiting for the doors to open and the party to be over.
"I got so hot doing this video. I couldn't believe it. I was so nervous and yet when I got out there I just felt so sexy. I'd never felt that way before," she narrated as her hips moved against me. She sucked her breath in hard. I though that if she hadn't cum yet it would be there soon.
"I thought about you. I was scared but I also knew that you'd love it. Remember how you told me you wanted me to be more open sexually? How we were in college and we would never get this chance again? Never been this young or look this good again? I realized what you meant."
Had I said that? Was she putting this on me now? I think I had just been trying to get more blowjobs or maybe let me take a naked Polaroid of her or something. I never dreamed she would take it this far.
On screen, the gorgeously filtered video showed that Katelyn was working the huge rubber dong into her perfect little pussy. I watched with amazement as she took the big toy in. She squealed with part pain and part delight as she stretched to accommodate it. I wanted to join it but the real-life girl just kept up her obscene public lap dance in our school library, masturbating me with her thighs and pussy. Her motions became more frenzied as she continued to speak:
"I knew when I finished this one that I wanted to fuck. I hadn't decided before how far I wanted to go but I loved it. I loved how alive it made me feel. I wanted to get fucked. I wanted other guys to fuck me and cum on me and make me cum and then I wanted to come home and share it with you. I did the hotel video that same night. Did you know that?"
No, I didn't. How could I have? Two videos on her first day there? Out of 14?
Kristy's dirty talk sent me into an uncomfortable state of arousal. On the one hand I was mortified at the change she was describing and what it might have resulted in.
On the other hand, all of the blood had rushed from my brain to my dick, and I had the sexiest woman in the world getting herself, and me, off on it. With the promise of more to come.
"I want you to cum for me baby." Her little-girl voice was gasping with lust. "Cum on my slutty little pussy. I want to feel it splash against me when you do."
I felt her thighs clenching and I knew she was in the throes of her orgasm then. She had used me, but I would finally feel relief. I pulled up the back of her skirt and marveled again at the close of view of the green jeweled plug in her perfect little ass. I felt my balls tighten, and then I finally exclaimed myself:
"Oh God!"
She shifted up then and hovered over me, her upper body bent over the library table as huge spurts of hot, white cum geysered up and painted her vagina and then inside of her thighs. It was a massive load, and the impact of it left me breathless.
It was that moment that I feared the most. If someone came off of the elevator then there was no way I could have stopped. They would have seen everything. We would be in trouble. Maybe even be going to jail.
When I was done, Kristy quickly moved back to her chair and spread her legs wide. I glanced at the screen which had gone to black after "Katelyn" made herself cum with the toy. The real life girl was even more amazing. My seed had made a mess of her. She grinned at me and then moved a finger down to scoop up a huge spash on the inside of her thigh. As I watched incredulously, she put it in her mouth and slowly sucked it clean.
"Mmm. That was worth waiting for." I didn't know if she meant herself or me.
Right then our luck ran out and the elevator opened. Quickly, Kristy straightened herself and began reading from a prop book that she had removed earlier from her book bag. I dutifully refastened my pants and closed the browser page that we had watched just as a stern librarian came out of the elevator and glared at us.
A confrontation would have been hard to explain. My dick was still rock hard and my face was flushed. Kristy was in even worse shape. Her legs were trembling underneath the table and her thighs were a mess of my cum and her juices. I could even see large dark spots all over the bottom of her sundress as my semen soaked through. If the mean-looking older woman decided to investigate, she wouldn't need to be Sherlock Holmes to solve this one.
We pretended not to see her, and to my relief, she did not address us. She wandered over to some bookshelves just behind us that gave a view of our side of the table and appeared to catalogue a book. After lingering there awhile, she left and got back on the elevator.
We both let out a laugh of relief as she went.
"Oh my God. I'm sitting here dripping wet and your cum is everywhere and she's just stocking books!" she said. With that, I watched as her fingers went back down between her legs and came up with another gob of my sticky leavings. She made a big show of licking it off. I tried to remember if she had ever let me do anything more scandalous than cumming on her stomach after sex before her trip to Cali but could not think of anything close.
"Mmm," she said. "There's a lot left but I think I'll save it for later. Let's get out of here."
With that, she shut the laptop and packed it away along with the book. She stood up and to my horror I could see my jism running down below her hem and down her thigh.
"Uh, don't you want to clean up first?" I remarked. It was not quite dark outside, and there was also the walk through the lobby to consider.
"Nope!" she said with confidence. "I like the feeling. I can't do anything about the dress and honestly at this point I don't care. And besides, what is anyone really gonna say?"
She started walking to the elevator and I noticed again that sashay which I now knew was partly inspired by the hard metal plug in her ass. Her sundress was still visibly stained all below the waist, and she seemingly couldn't have cared less.
I quickly grabbed my things and followed along. As we stood in the elevator waiting to go up to the lobby, I looked at my naughty girlfriend and smiled. She was looking down at the crotch of my pants and giggled.
"Are you still hard?"
"Yeah. It doesn't feel like it will ever go down."
She grinned at this. That cat-that-ate-the-canary grin with a twinkle in her eyes that suggested anything but purity of thought.
"Good," she cooed. The door opened and we stepped out into the lobby.
And as we ran the gauntlet of potentially judging eyes to the door, I thought to myself that I was oddly happy with this arrangement for maybe the first time since she had left. It was weird, definitely weird, and I was afraid of what revelations were to come. But the change in our relationship so far had been definitely a net positive. I was excited to see what happened next.
Of course, I had no idea just how weird it was about to get...
To be continued.
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SO FAR: A jobless and sensitive young man becomes innocently associated with a bubbling woman in her late forties who lives alone on a vineyard out of Auckland, New Zealand. Nash is attracted because she drives a beautifully re-built and upgraded 1939 Chevy pick-up and draws him from his ‘shell’ with ease. Hope Honeybun’s interest in young Mr Carson is that he writes a little and seems to have a worldly sense so installs him downstairs as resident author and commissions him to write a novel...
SO FAR: Divorcee Hope Honeybun’s interest in young Mr Carson is that Nash writes a little and seems to have a worldly attitude so she commissions him to write a novel based on her colorful and turbulent life, much of which spans the time she has lived in the valley. Nash hears with interest about the development of the valley and about her lusty father and his women and reasons he must probe to find out about Hope’s sex life. It appears this is a Valley of Sinners. He has indulged himself in...
I was born a mage like both of my parents. All my life I have had to listen to the warnings not to let the normals see or know about us. First it had been my uncle who was my master and teacher and then the mage school. Once I was out of school I was free and headed to jungles in the far east. Everyone knew where the valley was even if it was isolated and hidden. The local normals stayed away as far as they could. They knew entering the valley was death and most mages knew the same thing. I...
I have no idea how long it was until I was thinking clearly again. It was at least a month though, and I wanted to die as that crap worked its way out of my system. And I still have flashes of sitting on the ground crying, trying to attack the orderlies, and even once or twice trying to leave. But it was fragmented. Other memories are not so clear or nice. I remember pissing and shitting in the hallway because they would not let me have any crystal when I was at my worst, and the humiliation...
Introduction: Batwoman goes in search of Selina Kyle aka Catwoman, only to find her fill-in, Holly Robinson. It was all going so well. A simple looting of a rich persons home of a few baubles, and what not. Yep, everything was going so well until she found herself blacking out from something hitting her. She groaned as she came to, her vision blurry as she looked around. Where am I? she groaned, then tried to move only to find herself hanging from the ceiling and shackled thoroughly. ouuuhhh…...
She groaned as she came to, her vision blurry as she looked around. "Where am I?" she groaned, then tried to move only to find herself hanging from the ceiling and shackled thoroughly. "ouuuhhh..." she groaned in pain. "As to the where, you're in an adult toy factory. As for the why, because I saw you and decided you might be the one person that can give me what I want." Stepping from behind the hanging woman, Batwoman let the fingers of her left hand trace Holly's right thigh...
Jeff’s Models have a certain something about them, some unifying feature that sets them apart from other porn sites. To be honest, the girls remind me a bit of the local Tinder pickings in my town, only without the meth-addled tombstone teeth. Yes, ladies and gentlemen and assorted deviates, I’m talking about fat chicks, a subject the titular Jeff has been capturing on video since 2013. The landing page even has a little gold ribbon that says they were voted the Best BBW Site, though it doesn’t...
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Reddit NSFW ListThis is clearly a fantasy even though I have endeavored to write it as realistically as possible. There are no Amazons that we know of and no hidden undiscovered valleys in the middle of the Brazilian jungle. As with all my stories there is plenty of sex, but it is woven into the plot of the story, which always comes first. Parts of this story might make it eligible for different genres, but I have decided to post it as a romance. Any resemblance between the fictional characters in this story...
When Father Mortimer checked into the hotel it was eight in the evening.The room was a basic no frills double with a small bathroom. He would never stay in such a hotel if he was attending one of his ecclesiastical conferences but for what he had planned it was just perfect.He got down on his knees and bent his balding aged head over a black gilt leaf Bible he had respectfully placed on the edge of the bed.“Blessed Lord Jesus forgive me for my sins,” he muttered and crossed himself three...
SpankingSeb sighed. The hound was not known for disobeying him, yet here he was, wandering alone into the darkening interior of Afon valley. Trees hunched over the path as darkness seemed to watch his every step. The high stems swayed in the breeze and sucked every photon of light from the ever blackening sky. He didn’t know where he was headed and every now and then he shouted the dog’s name; hoping it would come running to him.“Duke. Here boy!”There was no flurry of hair, no pattering of paws, no...
HorrorSO FAR: A jobless and sensitive young man becomes innocently associated with a bubbling woman in her late forties who lives alone on a vineyard out of Auckland, New Zealand. Nash is attracted because she drives a beautifully re-built and upgraded 1939 Chevy pick-up and with ease draws him from his ‘shell’. Hope Honeybun’s interest in young Mr Carson is that he writes a little and seems to have a worldly sense so installs him downstairs as resident author and commissions him to write a novel...
Introduction: By Jim Davis part 4 my god bill,…theres just no way he could still……….but he looks like hes gonna……….. we were standing at the window of the pick-up, still frozen in shock over what wed seen right there in broad daylight. maggie was pointing at the old man in the truck. his huge prick was still throbbing and twitching as the little girl kept swirling her tiny hands around the fat slippery head of it. there was so much cum on her face, some of it dripped off onto her hands to join...
Down the street from the Najjars, John Matthews awkwardly made his way home. His erection made it hard to walk any faster and even walking was hard to do properly. His penis leaked precum as he pictured his wife Tiffany in the arms of a big black man, just the way he had just seen Jamilah.Across the road, ahead of John, a stunningly beautiful woman in her early twenties jogged down the sidewalk. Her long wavy blonde hair lightly whisked through the air as she made her way in John's direction....
Interracial"It's not like I am being paid to fuck"Lisa's Uber arrived for her before I had chance to respond.It's exactly like being paid to fuck, I had wanted to scream, What else do you call it?It was the same old argument. We had shared our two bed Mountain View rental for three years during which Lisa's career had taken off while I was barely managing to keep my head above water. Lisa spent her vacations in Barbados and Hawaii. I spent mine moonlighting as a network admin to make my college loan...
MoneyThe following is a work of fiction, all locations, with some exceptions, and persons are fictional and do not represent any person living or dead. Yes there is a Shenandoah Valley and a Commonwealth of Virginia and a Massanutten Mountain, but nothing like this has ever been recorded at any time since 1607. Valley Girls By Juliette Lima The farm was just perfect as far as Jarod and Marta could see. A nice two-story frame with wrap around porch and gingerbread trim was sited on two...
Don's car glints in the sunlight as it proceeds along the high ridge road, appearing to be the only moving object amongst the downland sheep grazing on the late spring grass. Spread below, the Meon valley; it's patchwork of green pasture and crops, punctuated by an occasional homestead or farmhouse. Don's progression brings an ancient roadside tree into his view. It's mostly dead, yet still surviving, standing knarred and alone, close to the burial mounds of Old Winchester Hill. It...
The San Fernando Valley isn't my kind of place. Hollywood Burbank Airport is easy enough, but it's basically cars, housing developments, strip malls /clubs, and little else. So far, the highlight of my trip was that my rental car had blue tooth so I didn't have to use my head set when talking to Alix. We'd always talked every day, but since her weekend in California we'd been talking at least twice a day. "You know sweetie, I think it's a very good idea for you to see a contestant...
Thanks for reading the story so far. This is the final segment, bringing the story of David and Hosi to an end. They face more challenges here, some—unfortunately—of Hosi’s making and others from outside the valley. Please feel free to vote and leave a comment. © 2013 by Senorlongo. This story is a fantasy that is written in a realistic manner. All characters come from my imagination and any resemblance to real persons is unintentional and coincidental. ***** CHAPTER 1 I stood there, my...
The sun rises over the western mountains and bathes the cities and towns nestled in Silicon Valley with a pinkish light. It promises to be another hot day but every house is armed with central air and swimming pools. It’s the mid-90’s and everyone is rich as the dot com boom begins to swell and money flows freely from venture capital firms all over the Valley. In the sprawling suburbs of San Jose one can find many streets filled with cookie-cutter homes. Many homes have swimming pools out back...
Introduction: By Jim Davis maggie had managed to bring me back to reality – back from the fantasy i was having over my young daughters swelling tits – back from the image of her belly so big and pregnant. it was time to check on the male rats id injected with spring water. we suspected what the results would be, but what we found surprised us nonetheless. the rats were going crazy – running around their cages and throwing their bodies against the sides of the little cells. maggie took pity on...
Introduction: Banished for chosing the white mans ways, they choose a life with the white men. Paradise Valley 2, Homecoming Tall Elk rode warily, with one eye on the sunset, the other on the canyon ahead. They were minutes from home now. The nearby canyon protected Paradise Valley from outsiders arriving from the south and it was a bad time to be approaching the canyon. With most raiding parties riding south, that is the direction of the greatest threat. Any pursuers would be ambushed there...
My mom had just sold her house and I was helping her move into a very nice apartment. She decided she didn't need the house as I had left several years ago and my sister, Beth, had just settled down into her own place. Since the divorce it had been hard been make the large mortgage payments so it was time to move on.I was 26 and worked at Hermannhoff's as a waiter/bartender. As bars go it was a good place to work the boss was good to us and the tips were great. It was also a very terrific place...
The next morning I headed out for the trail on the other side of town. I didn't figure I would have to wait more than a day or two before the judge and his officials were coming down the trail into town. I camped three miles outside the town in a little patch of trees. I could observe the trail coming and going. I hadn't anymore than set up my camp when I saw six riders coming toward town. They looked as if they had ridden a long way. About the same way as Abby and I did when we arrived....
Note : This story is completely fictional!In nineteen forty six Thelma Lou Anderson was married with three kids. Linda was the oldest. She was sixteen. Guy and George was ten and Guy seven. Thelma owned a beauty shop in Kansas City. She suspected her husband Lawerance was cheating on her again. She followed him one day when he thought she was at work and saw him go into a house. A woman opened the door and he went in. That was all the proof she needed. She went home and packed her suitcase and...
IncestMother Ethel always enjoyed the short walk to the train station. It was beautiful Autumnal morning and Mother Ethel took the opportunity to walk to the train station as she knew that she had a very busy day ahead. Those that saw Mother Ethel along the way bowed reverently,they knew that Mother Ethel was a Nun of the Monastery of Repentance and when a Nun or a Monk walked past it was polite to bow, for many knew what the Nun's and Monk's of the Monastery were capable of. As Mother Ethel strolled...
I convinced Merck to let me present my project on the Monday after Valentine’s instead of on Valentine’s Day when they were due. I explained that my model had difficulty making time to be painted until the weekend and that we needed to film at a controlled time and location. He was hesitant. I played my trump. “Um ... I’m preparing a Baroque rendition of the Bacchanalia next. It’s pretty complex because there are six models involved. It would be really handy to have a second pair of hands on...
When I got home from the Hollywood Hills I barely had the strength to remove my makeup. I was so exhausted I just wanted to flop on the bed and pass out, but I persevered and undressed properly, removed all makeup and even put my wig back on its wig head.But when I was finally between the covers my brain refused to cooperate, rethinking the night's events, imagining how they may have looked to an observer, or to Harold Plumrose himself. I saw my lap as he must have seen it as he hovered...
CrossdressingJennifer kept saying it wasn’t that bad. But the people who came out and looked at her in the truck acted like she was about to die or something. They brought a gurney, and when she got out, six people grabbed her and lifted her, yelling at each other not to jostle her or let her bend her back. They laid her ever so gently on her stomach on the gurney. She looked for The Hermit, and saw him standing to one side, talking to someone who was taking notes. For the first time she realized that his...
Introduction: This is Part 4 of the Business series. The private dirt road from the ranch back to the main highway led through the scenic Washoe Valley. The gravel track crossed through various ranches and side roads. Bruce drove and Carla looked at the fields around them. Suddenly something caught here eye and she asked Bruce to pull over. He looked out into the pasture and saw a band of ponies and a few smaller miniature horses, some no larger than the size of large dogs. On one of the ponies...
Chapter 1 “I hope you’re not tired of the beautiful weather we’ve been having because there’s going to be another sunny day in Valley County…” The forty-two-year-old Alan Westerman looked out through the window of his radio studio from atop the hill. The glimmers from the sun as it rose over the Valley was quite a thing to behold, a sight that Alan had been fortunate to experience for almost twenty years being the local weatherman and radio host. “And now here’s a song by the Simmons, Let...
Tiffany is shopping for groceries when she hears her name called out. ‘Tiffany!’ a man’s voice says. ‘Is that you?’ She turns around to see someone that looks vaguely familiar. ‘It is you. Don’t you remember me?’ She stares at him. He’s average height, has a receding hairline and looks out of shape. His clothes are rumpled like he’s slept in them. Then it slowly comes to her. ‘Rick?’ she asks as she moves her cart closer. ‘Yeah, it’s me!’ Rick, as in Rick Powers, gives Tiffany a hug as...
SO FAR: A jobless and sensitive young man becomes innocently associated with a bubbling woman in her late forties who lives alone on a vineyard out of Auckland, New Zealand. Nash is attracted because she drives a beautifully re-built and upgraded 1939 Chevy pick-up and draws him from his ‘shell’ with ease. Hope Honeybun’s interest in young Mr Carson is that he writes a little and seems to have a worldly sense so installs him downstairs as resident author and commissions him to write a novel...
SO FAR: Divorcee Hope Honeybun has commissioned Nash Carson to write a novel based on her colorful and turbulent life, much of which spans the time she has lived in the valley But as Nash learns more about the development of the valley and about her lusty father and his three illigitimate children. He confirms through his research that this indeed is a Valley of Sinners and becomes entangled in that himself. This interloper and sinner also has the prospect of finding real love as Hope’s...
Rusty and Tall Elk galloped into the mouth of the blind canyon, whooping and twirling their ropes. They hazed 12 cattle into the canyon and drove them toward the brush corral. Silver Quail appeared out of nowhere with a rifle and sprinted to the mouth of the corral. She dropped the logs and stepped back as the cattle stampeded inside. Tall Elk slid from the saddle of his blaze faced chestnut and helped her return the three logs to their place. “A good day’s...
Tall Elk rode warily, with one eye on the sunset, the other on the canyon ahead. They were minutes from home now. The nearby canyon protected Paradise Valley from outsiders arriving from the south and it was a bad time to be approaching the canyon. With most raiding parties riding south, that is the direction of the greatest threat. Any pursuers would be ambushed there at the narrow valley. He looked around the herd to make sure everyone was present. Now was the time to count,...
Author’s note: Welcome back to my story, y’all! First of all, thank you so much for the lovely reception on my first chapter. I’ll admit to have been biting my nails with anxiety as Romance is a completely new category for me. I love romance and have been reading it forever, but as a writer, I’ve been focused on edgier, more hard-core categories if you will – mainly BDSM and Group Sex – so I wasn’t at all sure that I’d be able to get the vibe right on this one. Your feedback so far is...