This story is a continuation of I'm Dating our Mailgirl Chap. 01. That story should be read first for context. ***** I was looking forward to meeting 9 after work on Thursday. I couldn't wait until 8:30 to meet her at the Loading Dock. I had been anxious the night before worried about what might be happening to her on the 42nd floor. I wasn't going to bri...
This story is a continuation of I'm Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 13 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. CONSEQUENCES. . . .OR TRUTH? Joyce addressed Jaime, "Jaime, you...
*All characters in this story are over 18 years old.* [2 years post-COVID] I was super-thrilled. My favorite band, the punk group Eleven Deadly Evelyns, was going on tour again and their first stop would be my city. They had formed right after the pandemic had finally ended and had quickly become an international hit. I immediately bought first-row ticke...
Janeway helps 7 of 9 Chapter 6: The Wedding Captain Katherine Janeway stood in her quarters staring at her image in the full-length mirror. The stretch marks around her stomach had begun to fade, thanks largely to the skills of the doctor. Indeed, her figure had almost returned to what it had been be before she had given birth to her daughter Louise, a uniq...
Part 1 --------------- Like Farrah Fawcett, I have always enjoyed the sensation of a good fart. I love to feel the little bubble of warm air working its way through my shit chute. But ever since I came in second-place in the Flexi-Butt Championship a few months ago, there's not only the sensation but also the dick-stiffening memories. I saw the posting on...
I've often acknowledged by gratitude to Seahawk76 for providing many pleasurable hours of erotic reading. By his own statement, he has a subtle approach and shuns balls-to-the-walls fucking and sucking. He has an intelligent approach to erotica which personally I find quite enjoyable. His Reluctant Exhibitionist and Allison's Inheritance inspired me to write...
I do not own any of the characters involved in this story. This is an original story and a work of pure fiction. Also, this story takes place in late 2018. Enjoy! _________________________________ The Staples Center was completely quiet, save for a few voices from executives, and the occasional footstep from the various crew that remained present. Monday N...
This story is a continuation of I'm Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 11 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. BACK TO NORMAL The love making Saturday night was nice, but it...
II His eyes were red, his mouth tasted like old fish and bug-juice, and now this. Someone, somewhere in Washington, had gotten a bug up his ass and wanted a bunch of Iraqi Migs hit before they could, conceivably, get airborne -- and thereby be instantly shot down by some U.S. Air Force pukes loitering above Ali Air Base. There remained an outside chance, ho...
Sunday: 11:25am: 'Hi Pam. I wandered around the streets after the pubs and clubs closed and managed to get a couple of carrier bags worth of discarded pizza, chips etc from the bins. Thank you so much for your advice.' 1:00pm: 'I couldn't give a rat's ass if you're starving, shit-head. And that's £100 for texting when not replying to me! Just 'cos I'm cont...