I was working on my computer while Rita was busy putting up Christmas decorations. She was dressed like a typical Sunday, tight jeans and a sheer lace bra under a zip up hoodie. She knows this was one of my favorite outfits and that it would be a challenge for me to keep my eyes off of her not to mention copping a feel at every opportunity. Somehow, the zipp...
John Hammond was eager to finally go home to his family. It was a stressful day at work, and he wanted to lie back, relax, and put on some late-night news for the evening. Hopefully Jessica already put the boys down for the night. She's usually pretty good- she's a young preppy girl that has enough energy to play with them all day, ensuring that they're usua...
I couldn't imagine Travis Bickle driving anything but a Checker. There's that ominous but striking scene at the beginning when his vehicle emerges from a cloud of steam. With Bernard Herrmann's music on the soundtrack, it sets the tone for the rest of the movie. A very American product, Checker Motors operated out of Kalamazoo, MI. It was created in 1922 fr...
Having a professional career is sometimes the hardest thing when you're in an "alternative" lifestyle. Especially when you live and work in a highly conservative, highly puritanical area of the nation. I deal with this by keeping in mind the old military adage, "Keep your indiscretions one hundred miles away from the flagpole." So when I started seeing my M...
The moment she got home, Indy took off her shirt. Going with just a bra was much more comfortable. She set her master playlist on shuffle and turned it up as loud as it could go. She texted Ethan before she set down her phone. *I'm home, front door is unlocked ;)* Seconds later, she got a response. *On my way! cutie* Grabbing a spoon, she spun around the...
She had just out of the surf and was still wringing wet; her t-shirt clung to her, her longish brunette hair hung down in thick strands. She was walking up the sand to where her towel and bag were. She was looking forward to lying in the sun and reading for a while when a young blonde walked straight into her and spilt her drink down the brunette’s back. Ang...
One. And. A. Half. Damn. Weeks! Ever since I left Detroit for my father's company headquarters in New York, I haven't been able to do the typical kind of activities that ensure me functioning like a human being most of the time: sleep, eat, think and sense. It's as if I've been shoved into a line that I can never leave as I go about learning the ways of dr...
Necessities Just a quick flash story inspired by the current coronavirus pandemic. This is just a quick story that came to mind as I observed the empty toilet paper shelves in my local store. As always, many thanks to those who offered comments and constructive criticism on my previous stories. For those who want to say this or that would never happen, rem...
Sonya sat frozen in her chair looking straight ahead. On her screen, a woman was masturbating furiously in her car as people walked by in the background. You would hear the woman moan through the computer speakers. Marietta took in this sight. She had left her friend sobbing on the floor to come back seeing her butt naked in her living room openly watching p...
The Girlfriend Whisperer, Part 1: Jake and Carol Carol is pressuring Jake to get married, meanwhile she uses Dante to relieve her pressures. First a little about me, then I'll get to the good stuff. My name is Dante, I've been described as a kind of Don Juan type, my father was Spaniard and my mother was French, he married her because she was kinky and int...