It was a dark and quiet night as I was walking home exactly the way I always come home in this safe quiet little town. I was only about two blocks from my home when I heard the van pull up behind me and stop, I never even gave it a thought. Then I heard Hey where can a guy get some beer around here? So I turned to answer the man and was met with a fist to my chin, this made my head spin as I fell to the ground and into unconsciousness.

Mom and I "Hello, anyone home? Its me mom." As I stood up and heard my mom enter the house, my body shook. What was I going to tell her, did she know, was this all set up? So many questions and no answers. Well I stood up and threw on some jeans and a sweatshirt. I figured Id go downstairs and just tell her what happened. My father was still in the shower and I figured he would tell her if I didnt. So as I went downstairs, with shaky legs.

When you come home, you discover a full Italian dinner laid out for you - spaghetti in tomato sauce, salad, breadsticks, soft Venetian gondolier music, lit candles, and a salad. Its just what you need - an opportunity to put the day behind you. You notice that, in typcal man-fashion, I have made more spaghetti than we could eat in a week. As we eat and talk, you giggle as you recall the days when you were a young girl and thought the Italian-restaurant scenes in "Lady and the Tramp" were the most romantic

I was in the shower when Adam called. My answering machine picked up the call. Im in the shower getting clean-leave a message or call back. Thanks! beep. Hey honey, said Adam on the machine Im coming over with a little surprise. See you in a little while click. By that time I was washing my knee length hair. My hair has always been a pain in the butt to wash since it is so long but my hair is my crowning

A week passed and all was normal in the Parker home. Peter went out at night to fight the crime of the city, and Mary Jane stayed home with only her hand and various vibrators to keep her company. She found herself watching the porno tape her and Peter had made every chance she got. Watching herself and Peter going at it like that made her cunt sopping wet. By the end of the week, MJ had memorized every moment of the tape and could replay it in

There she stood at those gates again, the thick fog hiding most of the ground from her view. The last time she had come to the house she was a child and swore never to return. There were a few things that had brought her back; for one she heard the master was dead. Secondly she was much stronger now and had a mind of her own. Tonight it was made up! She moved through the gate cringing as it made a loud squeak from lack of use.

Alone. We were alone in the pool house. Just Will and I. The guy Id longed to be with so long, was finally here within my reach. The swim had left us wet and vulnerable in a way. Our suits clinging to our bodies. You could make out the perfect curve of Wills cute ass, and the bulge at his crotch, the cock I longed for. His stomach was perfection, and the slight definition of his pecs left little to be desired.

I walked against the wall of wind trying to prevent me from gaining access to what lay beyond. I leaned into it and pushed; it pushed back with half the force. It was only toying with me. I knew that the wind was an unrestrained creature with violent intent. It could no doubt hurl me to the frozen ground and bind me there like an insect helplessly bound to a spiders web but it did not.

" My question was innocent enough, and yet she still looked up at me with wary eyes. "Im sorry, I dont. The bus should come soon though, Ive been here a while." I hesitated, and nodded. She went back to reading her book, and all I could do was stare. She was here every day, waiting to go home from where ever she had come. Usually the bus stop was packed but tonight it was only the two of us. She was so beautiful, I wondered why she didnt have anyone to pick her up- or a car of her own or something.

When we first started seeing each other, he told me that he would like me to take the initiative in bed occasionally. "Dominating?" I asked. I was a bit apprehensive about this. I had been brought up to believe that women were supposed to follow on...not take the lead in sex. And I was not sure how I would do in taking the lead. He insisted, that it was only a little bit of domination, it was more like starting the lovemaking on my own. I was definitely, but was willing to give it a try.