Life was never easy for the only two Goth girls in a small town, but it got a whole lot harder when they decided to crash the birthday party of a mundane classmate. This story was written at the request of a reader and is a substantial departure from those I've posted before. Please take note of the tags.
I recently exchanged some emails with a woman who has an incredibly sexy imagination. To the best of my ability, this is her fantasy. (Although she would never want it to actually happen).
I wrote this vile bit of filth to protest the over/under 13 option - before I bothered to actually find out why that option was put in place. After I learned that my outrage was misplaced, I had no intention of ever posting this or letting it see the light of day. Unfortunately, I had entirely too much rum tonight.
From the first time I saw her, I knew that I had to have her. Over the years, my obsession with the single mother grew increasingly insane until I knew that the only cure was to take her.
I hadn't originally planned on writing a sequel to "A Very Lucky Man," but I got so many nice emails requesting one that I couldn't resist. This story picks up a year after the first. Our hero arrives home from work early to find his lovely young daughter engaging in naughty experimentation with a boy from down the street and is inspired thereby.
