A Halloween Story A Danielle story I was getting bored with trick or treating, until my favorite uncle used his artistic talents to make me a unique costume.
In this sequel to Tess: New Ranch Foreman, Tess returns with more tales of adventure and surprises. The story carries through to her twilight years. Even though this story will stand alone, the reader will want to read the first Tess to get the background and carry over characters for the sequel. Come along with Tess for her fantastic ride into the sunset.
Sixteen year old Ashley has a problem with dirty panties. She's old enough to know better. Her Uncle Jim has just the lesson in mind she needs to learn.
Codes: Erotic enemas, uncle, niece, reluc. No actual sex.
You know the scenario - a man and a woman who work at the same company and don't care for each other get sent off on a business trip and "something" forces them into physical intimacy. Only, in my story, the wackiest thing happens. You see, the woman is - oh, yeah, I guess I should let you read it. So, go ahead. I won't hover.
A sixteen-year-old boy was given a gift by an old man that he befriended but had to swear that he wouldn't open the gift until after the old man's death. It turned out to be a hypnotic eye that controlled people's minds. The temptation to control his family and others as well was far too great for the teen to resist.
Following a horrific car accident, young Alex finally awakens from a four year coma, to the surprised delight of his grieving family. But four years is a long time, and his family has changed while he slept, in ways Alex could never have imagined. As he struggles to reconcile the memory of the family he once knew with who they have become, Alex must determine if he still belongs with them, and whether he can be a part of their unconventional new lifestyle.
A sort-of sequel to 'A Family Tradition'. Both daughters are pregnant, but when my sister and her young daughter arrive at the house, there's more to be done.
Fourteen-year-old Zoey was standing in her bedroom doorway, wearing nothing but those ridiculous Tweedy slippers. Her left hand was raised above her head, propped against the door jamb, and from that hand, a single strand of 3/8-inch sisal rope hung in spirals to the floor. “Come on,” she said. “Tie me up.”