I knew right then that however the night went it wasn’t going to be anything at all like it had played out in my little fantasies.
The Arizona summer has nothing on the heat I feel every time I look at Steven. That gorgeous ex-Marine may be my dad’s best friend, but I’ve got a very different sort of relationship in mind. My biggest problem is getting Steven to see me as a woman instead of as his best friend’s little girl, but I always figured I’d have plenty of time to ease him into the idea of me being all grown up once I started college. Except I just found out that he’s getting a promotion at work that will mean transferring to the other side of the state.
Now the clock is ticking. Can I get through to him in the two weeks I have left, or will the man of my dreams disappear forever?
“Discipline, Miss Brewer. Obedience. Submission. These are the keys to your reformation. Until you learn this and accept it your punishments will continue.”
Constance Brewer is facing nine years in Newgate Prison for theft with no hope for early release. Her future appears bleak, but then she is taken to see a visitor—Professor George E. Feversham, the founder of Feversham’s Academy of Young Women’s Correctional Education. His offer astounds her. If she completes his rehabilitation regimen she will be released and her criminal record expunged; the only requirement is that she obey him without question. She eagerly accepts his terms, but she has no intention of being rehabilitated. Escape from a man as naive as the Professor should be easy, and once free she can disappear into the London slums. But when she is captured only seconds after breaking out of her room Constance soon discovers why it is called correctional education. Will Constance submit to the Professor’s discipline, or will she return to Newgate Prison until she is an old maid?
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“You are looking at my latest invention—the hysteria prognosticator.”
Professor Feversham needs a new test subject to try his experimental hysteria prognosticator on, but his strict requirements rule out any of the young women currently undergoing treatment at the Academy. Fortune offers him Miss Eleanor Stanley, a young woman afflicted with neurasthenia and hysteria who has travelled the continent with her father in search of cures for her ailments. Despite the humiliation of her initial examination Eleanor is overcome with gratitude that the world-famous Professor Feversham has agreed to take her as a patient—until she is strapped down to a table and she realizes just what all those probes and clamps are for. Will Eleanor submit to being the Professor’s lab subject and everything that entails?
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Visiting the Jones farm, Salesman Nick Hanson is pleasantly surprised
when instead of farmer Jones, a bruiser of a man answering the doorbell,
his ravishing daughter Donna Mae, home from college comes, to the door
in skimpy attire. Alone and bored, she suggests Nick accompany her to
the swimming hole for a frolicking good time.
Warning: There are extreme sexual situations in this story
As the Jeep cleared the boulders, she drove over a rough, bumpy, rutted
road some distance then stopped about fifty feet short of the water. A
grassy area bordered the body of water in this location between two rock
outcroppings. She got out. "What do you think?"
I hopped out and gazed around the oasis. In the center was an irregular
shaped lake, about the size of a volleyball court, surrounded by poplar
and sycamore trees. Thick shrubs and trees came right down to water
around half the lake and boulders occupied about a quarter of the
shoreline, but grass and other low growing perennials occupied the
remaining quarter. "Wow, this place is lovely. I'll bet you come here
“In the summer, yes." She walked around to the back of the Jeep and
grabbed the picnic basket. "Bring the cooler and the blanket. Would
I picked up the blanket and cooler. Once again my manhood stirred from
the swiveling hips of Donna Mae's fine ass as she strutted toward the
About five feet from the water she turned toward me. "This'll do."
Unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts she pushed them down to her ankles
and stepped out of them. Standing there almost naked in her teeny weeny
keeny, she smiled. "Did I mention that I'm on Iowa U's swim team?"
I wasn't surprised, her rangy athletic body was perfect for swimming…and
other recreational activities that crossed my dirty mind.
She raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to keep gawking at me? Haven't you ever seen a woman in a bikini?"
"As beautiful as you? Only in magazines."
She laughed flirtatiously. "Are you going to come over here, Nicky Hanson?"
I sidled up beside the sexy, scantily dressed female. She smelled of gardenia and…sex.
"Spread the blanket," she ordered.
After I spread the blanket, she retrieved a beer from the cooler and held it up.
"Do you want one?"
I nodded. She handed me an opened beer, then took a swig from her long neck brown bottle. "Mmm, that hits the spot."
I guzzled a third of my beer. "Now what?"
She began unbuttoning my shirt. When she finished, she said, "Take it off."
I slid the shirt over my shoulders and slipped it off. The smile on her
face indicated she approved. "Very nice. Nice pecs, a little chest
hair." She rubbed her hand over my stomach muscles. "Even a six pack.
I'm impressed. Ooh poor baby's nipples are hard. Are you cold?"
"Let me warm them up." It shocked me when she took a nipple in her mouth
and diddled the other. No one had ever sucked on my nipples before and
it surprised me how good it felt.
Playfully, Donna Mae, pulled away and laughed. "You like that?"
"Well, if you're nice to me, I might let you do that to me."
Picturing me sucking on her naked breasts, my member grew another inch. I
could get into some serious trouble with this young lady.
Following Saturday's hot time aboard her Boss's yacht, Lisa's friend Jenna invited her to dinner at her home. Reminiscing about the sexy time aboard the yacht and their suprinsing newfound attraction for each other, leads the pair to the bedroom. When Jenna's husband Jeff comes home from work, he finds the pair intimently enjoying each other. What will he do? What will they do?
In a last ditch effort to save their marriage, Laura drags her husband, Rick, to a couples workshop. But Laura gets a little more than she bargained for when the workshop leader proposes a rather unorthodox experiment, leaving her helpless to her husband's whims. She finds herself wondering, will her man be a caveman or a gentleman--and which one does she really want him to be?
After Lisa runs into her best friend's husband, whom she had a crush on since she was thirteen, she hatches a plan to seduce him.
Lisa's hunky boss is the bait as she devises a plan for a partner swap aboard his yacht with her best friend and her husband
I’d always had a crush on Jeff, so when my skinny best friend Jenna, started going out with him in our junior year, I cried. With her long black hair and doe-like brown eyes Jenna was lovely, so I couldn’t blame him.
Nevertheless, I, the chunky girl named Lisa, flirted with him throughout his courtship of Jenna. What’s more, he flirted back, but he never deviated from the course I dreaded. Seventeen months later, I served as Jenna’s maid of honor and Jeff was gone—I thought.
I spent the first two weeks after the wedding in lockup—self-imposed solitary confinement—the occasional salad and water the only thing sustaining me. When I emerged from exile, I had lost ten percent of my weight and people, mostly guys, but some women, for the first time in my life, looked at me in a way that appealed to me. I liked it so much that I continued my fast and went from size twelve to six.
Now, at five-five weighing one hundred twelve pounds with my newly styled, wavy, shoulder length hair, piercing, blue eyes and a svelte but shapely figure, I really turned heads. With newfound desirability, I entered a phase of my life I call my wild streak. I’d remained friends with Jenna, but I started hanging out with a girl, with whom I seemed to have more in common, named Trixie.
Drugs, alcohol and sex, my wild streak, which lasted fifteen months, consisted of partying at least three nights a week until the wee hours and sleeping with someone—anyone.
I wasn’t out to harm myself, I took the necessary precautions, stayed away from the really dangerous drugs and never got shitfaced drunk. After all, I liked the new me and just wanted to enjoy my newfound allure without the crappy limitations of society.
One night I saw Jeff at the snack bar at a multiplex movie theater and that old longing came back. Standing a little behind him and one line over, he didn't notice me until he turned around with his giant popcorn and large soft drinks. He nearly dropped his tray. "Lisa?"
I glanced his way and flashed my most flirtatious smile. "Why, Jeffery Lang. Imagine running into you. How have you been?"
"Look at…oh, I've been fine." He licked his lips.
"I haven't. I mean, look at you. You look fantastic! What did you do…to yourself?"
I wagged my eyebrows and smiled. "Oh, not much. I lost the equivalent of a forty-pound sack of flour. Then I went to modeling school and learned how to dress and fix myself up. Didn't Jenna tell you I'd lost weight? Where is she, anyway?"
"Oh, she's in the viewing area. I can't get over how good you look. If you would have looked like…eh—"
I had to rub it in. "Shouldn't you be getting back to your wife?"
"I should, but…it's just that I haven't…" Jeff raised his eyebrows and gave me a not so subtle full body scan.
"I know what you were going to say. It's been so long since we've seen each other, you want to catch up."
He nodded, then grabbed my elbow and directed me to the side.
A half hour later, Jenna came out. "There you are…oh, Lisa, how are you?" She twined her left arm with Jeff's right.
"Hi Jenna, I'm fine. I ran into your hubby. Sorry to take him away like that. We were catching up. How've you been?"
She looked at her watch and sighed. "Fine. We'll have to get together soon."
Jeff nodded earnestly. "Yes, we should go out with Lisa and her boyfriend."
Jenna's artificial smile gave me the impression she thought I wanted to steal him from her.
"Sweetheart are you ready to go? You've already missed a half hour of the movie."
I didn't want to steal Jeff, just borrow him. It always felt like I had some unfinished business with Jeff—like fucking his brains out—and now he acted like he had similar feelings.
Finally, Jenna managed to drag him away after he exacted a promise from me that my boyfriend and I would double date with them sometime.
Only, I didn't have a boyfriend…right then. Who could be my boyfriend?
When I moved in with my best friend’s dad because I had nowhere else to go, it was only supposed to be temporary. The longer I stay, though, the less I want to leave and the closer we come to doing something we both know is going to be a disaster—no matter how good it feels. No one is going understand, and I’m terrified of how my best friend is going to react if she ever finds out.
But even though we’re both fighting against the growing attraction between us, it isn’t enough. Sometimes just a look can change everything, and when that look leads to a kiss it’s almost impossible to put things back the way that they were.
Now we just have to decide if we’re willing to risk everything for what may be the biggest mistake of our lives.
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Marjorie Steel is still healing from the events of the past year, and she’s happy to put her plans to study culinary arts on hold to help her best friend deal with a difficult pregnancy and two recently adopted troubled boys. The fact that Bryce Simpson spends a lot of time at the Steel Ranch is a benefit, and she’s ready to see if her attraction to him might be something more.
Bryce wants to do a hard day’s work on the ranch. Once his muscles give out and he collapses from exhaustion, maybe he’ll stop torturing himself over his late father’s horrific double life. The Steels have a different idea. They ask Bryce to take an executive position complete with a profit share. As he has a young son and widowed mother to support, it’s an offer he can’t refuse. The only catch is Marjorie. She’s beautiful, smart, feisty, and her kisses set him on fire. But he’s an empty shell with nothing to offer her, and she deserves the world.
As the sins of his father continue to haunt him, Bryce learns the horrors of the past may not yet be buried.