She walked into my bar for the first time. I knew just which table she would aim for. CCC, they called it -- the Cheating Cunts Club. CC Clubbers were of any race, class, or looks. Somewhere between elegant and shoddy, noticeable or not, whatever. Nothing identified them but a shared expression. It is not too subtle. It is a tension, a certain set of eyes...
Jim Bellows felt like complete shit. The Customs and Immigration people had taken one look at him and just waved him through. Later they would get into trouble for not calling the health department. "Where the hell is she? She knows what time my plane was to arrive and she isn't even answering her cell phone!" Jim thought to himself. He didn't want to do i...
Note: As I said, there is a second part to The Massage, and here it is. My thanks for the readers who gave me feedback, and of course the votes. I've been trying to figure out how to continue this story, but I just don't know, yet. And, as before, your comments/criticisms/critiques are solicited. Enjoy! Chapter One Terry worked hard all week, and since th...
Author's note: Due to a surprising number of requests, I'm continuing my tale of construction-related experiences. I hope you enjoy! * Leaning back, I watched the top of the blonde head as it slowly withdrew from my abdomen. Jennifer looked up at me and smiled, then wiped her tongue across her top row of teeth. "Now, this is like old times, Brad," she brea...
It was late at night. I couldn't sleep, as usual, and the only thing open, near me, was the 7-11. I was jonesing for a chocolate chip cookie! 3/$1. Still the best deal on cookies in town. I jumped into my little green Geo, and drove down to the convenience store to satiate my desires for cookies...and the new night clerk, Amber! Amber was a lovely, 18 year...
On or about the time of my birthday each year my wife and I travel up country to visit our son and his family, this year my wife said that there was a place she would like to visit on route but as it would require a bit of a detour she had arranged a stopover at a country hotel. We arrived late in the afternoon checked in and went straight up to our room, t...
"There is no such thing as freedom of choice unless there is freedom to refuse." ― David Hume "Don't get anywhere near us!" hubby screamed, testing potential slogans for his assisted living home franchise. I retreated, as though the guy'd been tattooed with 500 radioactive warning labels. Such stated, I was already across the room. Aside from crawling ben...
The journey home was short and quiet, both parties thinking of the evening to come. Sean wanted more than ever to capture his wife on video, particularly as he now knew what lingerie she was wearing. It was just a question of how? For her part, Natasha looked flushed, her breasts heaved, her nipples were very visible through the thin material of the summer d...
"I should kill the guy right?" the words spoke out like a whisper yet in the loud scope of the club it was dimmed out and tortured. The young partygoers moved around the dance floor like writhing beasts, sweaty and hot with the stench of decay fast. The mirrors on the walls were now clouded as smoke filled the air and mingled with the mind. In the bathrooms...
Jen is visiting old lovers in Washington and has arranged for a surprise MFM session. While they drove to the cheap, rundown motel she had booked, Donald kept his hands busy fondling her tits and tweaking her nipples. She was glad she had lost the fifty pounds she had wanted to, because it eliminated the tummy roll when she sat upright. Everything looked ok...