by Doug Thompson | Jan 2, 2003 | GraveYard
She noticed him on the first day of school. The eyes caught her attention first – dark, smoldering, haunting. Dark hair, nice tight body. The more she thought about him, the more it affected her. She wanted him. Wanted him badly. At night, she would masturbate...
by Doug Thompson | Apr 6, 1998 | GraveYard
Thursday night. Private club. Washington. Callie walks into the bar on the arm of a reciprocal member. That’s someone from out-of-town who belongs to a club that has reciprocal membership privileges with the club. Lots of clubs work like that. Nobody notices the guy...
by Doug Thompson | Mar 15, 1998 | GraveYard
He knocked off work early so he could meet her. When he picked her up, she nudged up next to him in the seat and rubbed the inside of his leg as he drove to the motel. He unlocked the door and she scampered inside and headed for the bathroom as he put the “Do...
by Doug Thompson | May 8, 1997 | GraveYard
Angela is ready for school. She has her books, last night’s homework, some money for lunch, and a box of condoms. Just another 12-year-old headed out the door for a day of reading, writing and sex. For Angela, a little sex is just part of a day at school in...
by Doug Thompson | Apr 20, 1997 | GraveYard
He woke up before dawn, as he often does after a night of drinking. With a full bladder, he struggled out of bed and headed for the bathroom, but the bathroom wasn’t there. Wait a minute. This isn’t my bedroom. His eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light of early...
