1. Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 19


    Date: 8/4/2015, Categories: Diary, Female/Female, Romance, Written by women, Author: JeremyDCP, Rating: 87.5, Source: sexstories.com

    and began furiously typing away on the computer keyboard. "How fast were you speeding?" Devon asked. "57 in a 50," Pamela pouted. "That's nothing, really. It is not even miles per hour, it's kilometers. It is the equivalent of going 35 in a 30 mile per hour zone back in America. But that dumb cop had to pull me over anyway. Probably had something to do with meeting his monthly quota." "No," I told Pamela, again wanting to tease her. "In reality, it had something to do with the simple fact that you were speeding and breaking the law. The roads would be a safer place without you driving on them, Pammy. If I was the police officer, I'd have taken you away in handcuffs." Pamela glared and sneered at me. "Oh, it's your ultimate fantasy, Krissy, to have me in handcuffs. Isn't it?" "I dream about it every night!" was my confession. "You shouldn't give Krissy any ideas like that," Scarlett commented, pulling one headphone out. "Who knows? You may wake up one day handcuffed, and in bondage." "I better not," Pamela countered in a deep, serious tone. Tempting, indeed, but I did not want to push Pamela too far. I often pushed her to her limit as it was. All in good fun, yes, but everyone had a breaking point. "Wait," she said to Scarlett. "Aren't you in the tunnel?" "I heard _handcuffs_ and my ears perked up. Shoot me." I began to bounce Kaden up and down within my arms as I broke out into musical verse, making the lyrics up on the fly. "Everybody get up, it's time to slam now! We've ...
    got a real jam goin' down. Welcome to the one take, here's your chance, do your dance on the one take. All right, all right, shake that boo-tay, shake that boo-tay." Kaden was actually snorting and twisting about in tune with my dreadful singing. "Oooooh baby, you know what to do! You know what to do with that thing ummmmm... ram choo." Everyone broke out into laughter as I continued, "I don't know how to rap, I don't know how to act. I just throw my hands up and I don't know what. Get it boy, get it boy..." Ehhhhh, I ran out of ideas. "Don't quit your day job," Pamela sniped at me. "I can't rap!" I offered in my own defense. "I don't know how to rap. I just wrap presents... I don't rap music. I'm not a rapper. You want a present?" "I have an inkling for some Chinese food," Devon suddenly said. "Anyone agree that would be a good lunch?" "That sounds awesome," Trish nodded. "Has Kaden had his lunch yet?" "I fed him a little bit of carrots and some potatoes, and I had some homemade gravy mixed in for myself," I responded. I then threw my hand in the air and proclaimed, "My momma would be so proud of me! It was so good, except fail on my part... where were the rolls? And no green beans." "You know what I had earlier for breakfast?" Amy asked the group with a smile. "You do? _Cocoa Puffs_!" Amy giggled and added, "I've been craving _Cocoa Puffs_ like no one's business for a week now. Cannot. Have. Enough! Krissy brought me a big bowl of it earlier." When I set Kaden down upon the ...