I glared outside at the snow sweeping the streets of New York City, and sighed. I hated the snow, although I was a so-called “winter baby”. Every hour or so, I would glance at the window-doors we had in my store, and squeak at the amount of snow that, somehow, managed the triple as time
Jack arrived back in town late Wednesday.Things hadn’t gone as well with the ex-forensics guy as Jack had hoped. The trip wasn’t a total waste, but the information he obtained had a definite shelf life, and as such, he needed to up his timetable. It wasn’t making his plans for Santos a slam-dunk, either. All
He walks in through the garage door, dropping his briefcase on the kitchen counter. His tie already loosened. “Hey Samantha. Good night? Kids give ya any crap?””Hey! Nope, they were great, as always. Got them to bed about an hour and a half ago, just been hanging out since then.” I’m wearing a sundress that
“Oh, my God that feels so good!” Krysta thought as she concentrated on her most favorite feeling in the world.“Ah, yes! That’s it. Yeah, just like that! Keep it at that pace babe, yes!” she kept thinking as every beautiful nerve ending in her body was being stimulated.Krysta was a beautiful woman, some would call
Emma and Julie were best friends, both nineteen-years-old, and for the next month would be living together at Emma’s house because both sets of parents were away on business. Unknown to their parents, the girls were already girlfriends who kissed and cuddled and gave each other finger and tongue sex.Of the two of them, Emma
My name is Tom, I’m 44 years old, six feet tall, and 185, and in good health. I had been divorced for about three years and was beginning to really enjoy being single again.The divorce wasn’t great, but it wasn’t horrible either, we had simply drifted apart. The kids were grown, the ex had her
Lorie stood outside in the freezing cold, completely pissed because she couldn’t get her door opened. Her ride had left, she didn’t have a cell phone, and the fucking key wouldn’t turn in the lock. It was the perfect ending for a fucked up night. She felt tears welling up in her eyes as she
“Come on kid, show me what you got.”Another day at the park, and another disbeliever to prove something to. Will thought that by now people would quit acting so surprised, but every time he beat one of them they still looked at him in awe, as if they doubted what they had seen was possible.As
Author’s Note: The events described herein happened when I was eighteen, and a virgin. Yes, that dirty old man St. Nick turned me into a trick. He made me ride his “north pole” like a cowgirl and he slid down my hot little chimney. But I never did get all the presents he promised me
Sophie was late.She prayed that the bus she was on would go faster so that she could make it to the job interview with just a twenty minute delay. With how slow the bus was crawling though, and with the traffic she saw out of the window, she could be happy if she arrived only
This series of stories are mostly true, based on the journals I’ve kept through the years and my memory. Most of the names have been changed to protect the innocent, or not so innocent. No one (except maybe my wife) would ever describe me as good looking, much less handsome. I’m short, about 5’6″, medium
Laura Loves’ Life – Part 3 – At the BarI share my office building with a small title and abstract company and we have a common entrance. It’s very easy for our mail to get mixed up as most of what we get are legal documents and the occasional check from a client. Very non-descript
You walk into your lofty apartment, the door closing behind you, and drop your purse on the ground as though, if it weighed more than a ton of bricks. You think to yourself, “Why must people be so hard on those who serve them?”, “It is not as though you are taking their orders, having
Chapter 13. Jenny’s back… with me.It was the second Tuesday night after Thanksgiving when I went out to meet a few of our friends for snacks, drinks and conversation at Perkins. My housemate Brian was prepping for a trial and said he was going to stay home so I headed out alone.It was packed. There
**WARNING** This story involves a LOT of male on male sexual activity. While it is technically a MMF story, the MM aspect will be the majority. If you don’t enjoy that, you are advised to not read any further.—Darren was excited when he showed up to Josh’s house. They had been texting back and forth
I stood there naked. I had been awoken early, manscaped by a female healer, fucked like a cowboy and feasted on one the tastiest pussies that I have ever encountered. Betty was probably ten or fifteen years older than me and experienced in the ways of healing and sex. Time with Betty was a spiritual
Day X Month XX Year XXXXDear Diary,They say everyone has a story. A tale they could tell to just about anyone and give a perspective on the life they’d lived. But what do you do when your story is rather, adult in its content? Do you modify it? Or do you just keep it to
The lights in the bedroom were low and the television was playing the tape that Mary had made at James and Ann’s nearly three weeks ago.Mary was close up to me with her left hand lazily running up and down my thigh and gradually getting closer to my burgeoning prick. She had got an awful
I have here completely true story of how I first lost it. I swear, I couldn’t make this one up if I tried!I met James at the local rodeo in town, and fell instantly in love. He was so dreamy, with his long shaggy hair and ripped concert T-shirt. He was every father’s nightmare for
Yeah, they called me a victim in the courtroom. But I ain’t no fuckin’ victim.I’m a dirty whore who likes sucking cocks. There’s a tape that proves it. Shows the whole gang bang, right down to me drinking cum out of a giant margarita glass.But the prosecutor wouldn’t let the jury see it. If they