A Story in the Wendy's Worlds Universe
Junior Wendy is still a Wendy, but grandmother Wendy is still ticking, and WendyToo is her mom...someone has to die before she can drop the Junior and become Wendy. This one is going to take some time...sorry.
Samantha has just finished a 4 month stretch at a fire tower in the Canadian Forest. On her way home she literally lands in the Canadian Outback and is forced to survive on her own. But winter is nearing and she is not prepared for it. Then she stumbles upon a house in the woods, occupied by a handsome hermit. Can she convince him to let her stay and will she be able to leave unhurt?
Alan's assistant Holly is good at her job, and he couldn't be happier to have helped her when she was just a desperate runaway. When he takes a long weekend at his favorite retreat at the nudist camp after finishing a major new campaign, a very unexpected surprise awaits him.
A Dulcie Story Rose-Marie is a shy girl who has been raised in a very restrictive home and is studying hard in hopes of finding a freer life for herself. She's never even kissed a man before she's introduced to Ted Wilson... who is the sort of man girls like and trust, but don't see as relationship material.
A Tale of Misspent Youth A brand-new townhouse, a brand-new neighborhood, and two brand-new neighbors, female, young, well-formed and extremely naked, sunning themselves in their back yard. "Oh, my," Greg thought. "I think I'm going to like it here!"
A heavy snow storm leaves a young teenager alone in an isolated cottage after her parents are snowed in at relatives. She plans a fun unsupervised evening but a car runs into her garden wall and an older woman unexpectedly shares her evening. But a mutual attraction leads to some very sexy fun.
It's magic, but not as we know it. A fantasy in six parts.
I've written it all, so you won't be left in the lurch.
>Lucilla watched the celebrities for a few more minutes, and then turned to go. It wasn't until then that she noticed the key. The hotel room key, hooked impossibly over the waistband of her white panties. Lasco's key, obviously. This was worse than she thought. Or better, she realised, grinning.