Multiple Partners Stories

This is one of a series of papers presented for scholars of pre-Conquest indigenous cultures and ceremonies in the Americas. The events chronicled herein are at significant variance from other sources and contemporary reports. Accordingly, the document's very explicit, even lurid, descriptions of the activities accompanying the sacrifice must be regarded, pending further study, as unproven. NOTE: This is an excerpt from my novel, Promise, also posted here on SOL.

Jesse's itch was under her leg cast and she couldn't reach it no matter how hard she tried. So she decides to scratch her other itch in the hope it would distract her from the terrible discomfort.

Sometimes even the most respectable of Certified Nurses get into shocking circumstances in the middle of a boring night shift when time seems to pass so slowly.

My son and his friends only take but I show how we all can benefit.

Dawg, WildMan and Bull get me to go out and work with them in the oilfield to help them catch up. I wrote this short story about it all. Only talk of sex and those horrid things Dawg made. They wanted me to gauge tanks in a dress. To cold for that.

It didn't seem possible that in this modern age, human beings would actually be hunting each other instead of wild animals. Zelda always felt sorry for the poor creatures of the wild that were outmatched against a long range rifle or even a high velocity compound bow with steel tipped arrows. Now she wished this group of heavily armed jerks would go after the animals and not her because she was afraid.

It was so much easier for Lucy to write about the kinky thoughts that floated through her head. The idea of actually asking a boy to do those naughty things to her was too hard for her to consider. She felt certain she would find the right partners to make her do some of the perverted things she liked to write about. If only she could be like her friend Alice who seemed to have all the luck in finding partners to push all of her female buttons.