Marlena Parcells was an internationally known concert pianist whose career ended abruptly. She started teaching piano to earn a living. She discovered Thomas Taylor a very young prodigy that she guided through the years to fame and fortune. Marlena's dedication to Thomas's career went far beyond what would be considered professional.
A collection of chapters that describe how I became the teen slut that I am today through rape by my friend's dad and encounters with much older strangers
Summers in Alaska are short in duration, but long in activity. We like to pack as much into the days of extended sunlight as possible, knowing that winter--and cold--is just around the corner. Alaska is famous for world-class fishing. The abundant salmon runs have created a whole group of women known, like their golf counterparts in other parts of the world, as "fishing widows." Alaskan women are resourceful and have generally learned to take matters into their own hands.
“I know you’re my mother and I’m your son. Get down on your knees and suck my dick. Unless you want me to fuck your ass?” Hanson's drugged him Mom, hellbent on payback. His friend Walt is going to record and participate, and his twin sister Jasmine will get in on things too. "You don’t have to burn in the fiery pits of hell. Give up your heathen ways, Hanson.” Not a chance, Mom, thinks Hanson.
A Story in the Erotic Future Universe
It's 2068. Nineteen years since the second American civil war, the Cabal crisis, and the ensuing global anarchy that broke the United States into hundreds of autonomous micro states and ended the world as we knew it. A new generation are coming of age in the Chareen Hills. These are the lucky ones. Their tolerably comfortable, insular lives, in a nice part of the shattered ruins of the American empire, are about to get a whole lot more interesting.
In the back of my mind I had another agenda, one that I've keep secret from my beautiful wife. I was a secret wife watcher and loved nothing better than to watch her dress or undress without her knowing I was there.
Wonders upon wonders she actual knew who I was. She sat down close beside me, so close that I could see the short blonde hairs on her tanned forearms. Her long legs were just as tanned beneath her short running shorts.