*SLAM* and I knew Mandy was home from her date. But I wondered; why so early? I am partly answered when I hear "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HIM?! HOW DID I LET MYSELF FALL FOR THAT PILE OF SHIT?!" so I marked the page in my Environmental Design textbook that I'm reading and peek out to my grumpy roommate, pacing back and forth in the living room, her hands c...
The following is a work of fiction. I welcome feedback. *** I didn't have much vacation saved up at my work and I didn't have much of anyplace to go. A couple of bad relationships, a couple of shouting matches, a couple of drunken nights and some friends had dissipated or grown colder; nothing I needed, nothing that hadn't happened before. Off to Las Vegas...
Author's Note: This story can be read as a standalone, but for those interested in the backstory of Amy's earlier train escapades, they are available as the "Felt up on the train" series on this site. Amy walked down the platform at Euston station, scanning the carriages of the train as she passed, muttering the letters under her breath, "A...B...C...D...E"...
Karen hoped and prayed that Jess wouldn't invite her over, unsure if she possessed the willpower to resist tonight. She intentionally placed her phone out of reach on the counter as she explored the match.com site, and tried to ignore the sporadic buzzing of her phone. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she retrieved her phone, noticing that there were...
I'm married to a relatively successful business executive who seems tireless in climbing the corporate ladder. As I approach the edge of my prime at 41, I am no longer the same head-turner as I used to be. One relief, however, is that I am not bad looking either even at this age. There is a 120-pound weight embedded in my 5'7" frame. My hair is shoulder-leng...
Prelude -- this is a slight detour from the usual sexual fantasies that reside in my imagination most of the time. I hope you enjoy it! With sincerest apologies to Ernest Hemingway fans - it was supposed to be the best day of her life, but it quickly became one of her worst. Jessica was suddenly alone, single and pathetic, just two hours removed from what s...
"Amal, why couldn't you find a nice Somali gal, or even a white chick? Why did you have to bring home this Beth, this frigging Ethiopian hussy?" Abdullah Shire said, looking sternly at his only daughter Amal Shire. The two of them were at the dinner table. Normally, father and daughter talked about school, life, work, and all that jazz, but today's topic of...
"What the hell did he do to you?" Kelly's voice yanked me from a dreamless sleep. I opened my eyes to see her standing over me. Her fingers brushed my neck, still tender and purpling with fresh bruises. I groaned and swatted her hand away. "What do you think?" "Damn you work fast," she mused. "You must really still have a thing for him, huh?" "Cody?" I...
I knew what was happening as soon as I felt the first twinge of pleasure. I'd prepared for this, of course, but I could never get used to how sudden it felt at first. No warning, no warmup, just a wave of horniness that just didn't seem to go away. Shaking, I stood up from my desk and began to take off my clothes. I was in the middle of a Netflix series, an...
This story is a work of fiction with fictitious characters over the age of 18. *************************** As a business traveler with a very large territory, I spend more hours on the road than I care to count. Late meetings, traffic and road construction all make my misery exponentially more miserable. When you spend 8-hours a day selling, 3-5 hours dri...