My name is Collette. I am a 28 year old house wife who is eight months pregnant with her first child. I am 5′-4″ with straight mousy brown that reaches just below my shoulders. I have hazel eyes and a milky complexion. I am married to Bob, who is an
Claire carried the chips and dip on a tray into the family room where her two good friends Jill and Vera were watching a soap on the television. “Hurry up with that, I’m hungry,” said a famished Vera! “You don’t look hungry,” kidded Jill!
It is a hot day – sunny and humid with just the slightest breeze to tease perspiring skin once in a while. I have been working at the grocery store since 9 in the morning and am exhausted. Why I ever let my mother talk me into taking that job for the
Sister Mary Francis hurried down the dark corridor while silently cursing herself, “Damn, I’m late again, I hope Mother Superior isn’t there yet!!!” Opening the large creaking door at the rear of the sanctuary, twenty sets of eyes turned to see who w
“Geesh,” Marge said to herself as she hopped out of bed and padded off to the bathroom, “this is three nights in a row for this,” while plopping her plush bottom on the toilet seat and relieving her bladder of its contents. She flushed the john and w
I lay in my bed dreaming, my tight, petite body motionless, covered only by a silk sheet. Though I lay apparently dormant, my mind is racked with intensity. In my dream I am stretched out on my back at a beach I visit frequently regardless of the sea
“Michael, could you help me?” It was Mr. Dietel, my boss. “Of course, sir.” I jumped out of my car door to see my employer half-dragging his wife from the open elevator. Thea was obviously quite intoxicated and not in control of her own faculties. I