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Fbailey story number 183 The Snowball I was on my way home when I smelled radiator fluid inside my car. I knew right then that I had a leak in the heater coil, so I rolled my window down to let the strong odor escape. That’s when I got hit in the side of my face with a snowball. As I looked around I saw a young girl in a pink coat with white fur run into a house. I parked my car and walked up to the door. A very pleasant woman opened the door. Samantha was thirty years old...

PROLOGUE: Spring, 1965 She’d begun to think of herself as the Invisible Girl. She’d had friends: kids she’d grown up with, stumbling through the grades together in the Boston suburb of Ridgeton, connected by the endless and complex threads of shared experiences in their small world. And many of them had continued on to the local two-year community college, just as she had. But somehow between grade-school and this, her first year of college, it was as though some spell, working so slowly as to be unnoticeable, had pulled them all away from each other, or at least from her, the...

Ruth Anderson sat at in her new office, she had been promoted six months earlier and it still excited her being on the tenth floor. Ruth was a quiet lady just past her forty-fourth birthday, she had been brought up in a strict catholic family, an only child with a dominant father who because of his wrath she had obeyed to the letter. She had spent the last twenty four years in a cold almost sexless marriage, the biggest surprise was that her and husband Donald had produced a wonderfully beautiful daughter Lena who at twenty two was about to complete...

“It took you long enough. Can’t you go a little faster?” I played along. “Sorry ma’am.” The guy in the line passing the other way just smiled and shook his head. When they had to take their shoes of I saw a lot of male heads looking their way and when the put them back on it was the security people hoping for a peek. We boarded the plane first and Mercedes took a window seat with me in the middle and Rose on the aisle. Cathy was sitting across the aisle from us. We were finally on our way. Denny’s...

“Honey, are you going to get up off that couch and help me with anything today, or am I going to have to get nasty about it?” Jill asked half-teasingly of her husband, Chet. It was nearly one o’clock on Saturday afternoon, and as far as she was concerned they were already an hour behind schedule. They were supposed to go out around five for an evening of celebrating, but she had plenty she still had to get done. “My birthday doesn’t count for anything anymore?” he responded, making a cursory effort to get up. He’d promised to help her with...

She met him in the bar about 10 minutes after the appointed time. She liked keeping them waiting, liked the feeling of power it gave her to see the look of relief when she did arrive. She was wearing a simple outfit, and she could see the relief mixed with some disappointment on his face when he noticed she was not wearing the boots. Smiling inwardly, she maintained her aloof smile and approached the table. She stood there, giving the chair a pointed glance as she waited. At first puzzled, he finally realized he should have risen when she approached. Quickly...

Keeping it in Friends and Family Chapter 0ne This is a true story that has begun in the last couple of weeks. The names have not been change. I always enjoy walking at night. I take my video camera along with me on these walks. I really enjoy walking the fire lanes because I like looking in other people windows when the lights are on. Sometimes I get lucky and get a free show. If they look good enough, I will tape them while they are having sex. Anyway I was walking in this part of the city where I knew...

She woke up by herself the next day. Her head was hurting from her hangover, her skin was burning from her beating the night before. The previous day's activities went through her mind as she tried piecing everything together. So many things happened to her yesterday. She got her pussy eaten out like it was the last meal he would ever eat. That felt pretty good though, she found herself shocked at how much she enjoyed it. Feelings went through her body that she had never felt before. Then she got tied and had her virginity taken from her, in a...

It had been two weeks since our last encounter. Something I'd grown accustomed to. He comes in every other Monday to the Java Jungle to deliver a single box of chocolate chip cookies from Josef's Vienna Bakery and Café. The cookies were nothing special. The owner only sells them in our shop because his brother owns the bakery. But the man that delivered them really looked like something I could take a bite out of… He was in his early 20s and his name was Miguel. Dark brown, wavy hair, and hazel eyes with a mesmerizing outer green hue but a...