It was a day like any other day when Loren came home from work after a long hard day of taking care of the animals at the zoo. She was very tired and all she wanted to do was lay down and sleep so when she came in the door she just laid down on the couch and slept. When she woke up she realized she was not alone and this was not her Larry it was a tall woman with short black hair. She was wearing tall black high heels and a shiny black leather bustier and leather crotch less pants with a leather hat and long leather gloves.

Well, maybe I should begin by telling you all a bit about myself and where this story leads. My name is Carly, Im a year old college student and I do odd jobs, such as baby-sitting, to help pay the bills. Im about ", lbs, leggy and athletically built. I have honey blonde hair, its long, thick, and naturally wavy, and bright green eyes. On this particular night, I find myself baby-sitting for Lukes children.

Jake pushed Moon up against the wall outside his apartment; her arms were wrapped tightly around his waist as they kissed. He dug for his keys in the pockets of his jeans, and, finding them, he unlocked the door clumsily while trying to concentrate on his girlfriend. Her hands had untucked his black tank top and played underneath, her nails sending shock waves down Jakes spine. When they walked inside, they were hit with a cold wave from the air conditioner, which, in turn, cooled them down.

Very mature and dignified and he didnt even try to kiss me! God, maybe I have bad breath or something," she chuckled, never loosing sight of her profile in the dressing mirror. "That could almost get to be a drag," mused Sandy, with raised eyebrows. Appearing from nowhere -- she had to be hiding in the hall to go unnoticed -- Sandy spied a blonde haired woman, mature and buxom in her tight fitting cotton dress. Smiling, Sandy turned to greet her, to say hello, but the woman stiffened and brushed on by, her mouth turned down in a hateful grimace at the sight of the young black haired girl whod replaced her in Rogers life. Margarets low-heeled

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.

As a Milkman delivering before most people get up you often time find people in their most interesting... shall we say attire. You are there when the least expect you, and seldom notice your presence. At Christmas time each year, people are often generous with gifts for the milkman, tips, cookies, cakes, even gloves or maybe a nit hat. As a senior in High School I had been running the milk route for years, and it was my rd Christmas, and I had gotten to know most

The next morning Brett and I woke together and went to have breakfast. Over breakfast Brett told me he had to go out to pick up a few special final things for the honeymoon cruise. I said that would be just fine, I would just relax here and wait for him. He said first he would like to just hang out with me and he wouldnt be going out till the afternoon. We ended up having a fun day together, playing board games and watching some TV.

Dressed as a slutty catholic school girl, I knocked on the door. Jens father Ben answered the door with a surprised look and invited me in. My blonde hair was in pig tails tied with bright red bows that matched the bra underneath the white oxford dress shirt. The shirt was unbuttoned and tied at the bottom exposing my cleavage and navel. I found a dark plaid skirt and shortened it to just above my thighs. White knee stocking covered my calves and I wore clunky platform paten

This is for bridgetkeeney, whose Itchy Nipples Challenge thread in the Authors Hangout Forum provided the inspiration. And a good thing, too, as Rhia and Dorothy had languished too long. I Dorothy Warner inscribed a large C- on the first page of the essay. She held her pen poised, ready to scribble a caustic comment about using a spell-check. Her hand stayed hovering five seconds, ten seconds. Then it came down and changed the minus to a plus.

This story is dedicated to the couple who inspired it. I am not a detective and dont know if it happened this way but it could have. What I do know is that when the eighteen year old twins, the couples great grand-children called me, having found their forebears, dead in their bed, the room smelled of sex and both their bodies were covered in sperm.