An old girlfriend had finally gotten divorced after five years of marriage, the last two, she claimed, miserable in every way. According to Annie her hubby’s middle name should’ve been ‘neglect,’ that neglect especially apparent in the bedroom. He was the sort who’d always rather play cards or golf or go hunting with his cronies than make love to his wife. A...
After the orgy of senses and sensuality, Kathy is ready for more. Even though she wanted to be still impaled on Jr.'s fine cock and had just swallowed what seem like a quart of Jake's sperm she was still afire it was Kathy who broke the spell. Her commitment to the BLT group had wavered but, all sexed up, Kathy was ready to win her matches today then settle...
The road trip started out in spectacularly boring fashion. Annie and her best friend Monica left early that morning to get from college to Monica's family beach house. They were switching off on driving Monica's VW Jetta down the highway. When one would drive, the other would either nap or be in charge of snacks and music. It was still a long road ahead, a...
This is the sixth story in this series. I should stop but I'm fascinated with Denise Hines and her friends. I hope you enjoy them. This story will make much more sense if you've already read Her Second Job chapters 1 -5. While the series was inspired by things which really happened many years ago, this story is complete fiction. Any similarities between any...
I was DOA - dead on arrival. Really. I have the medical records to prove it. My story was all over the news. I appeared on the nationally syndicated talk shows. Everyone loved the part about how the ambulance crew was leisurely wheeling me to the morgue after the car crash. I suddenly sneezed and sat up, scaring the life out of them. A publisher offered me...
While waiting in the lobby, Luke and Annie couldn't stand to talk to one another. Their four year marriage was coming to end rapidly and they couldn't seem to do anything about. At their wits end, the two decided to see a marriage counselor, one recommended by a friend ("she's great at what she does, go see her, you'll be glad"). Annie sat there on the blu...
All their friends were gathered for this big event, you know the kind where everyone dresses up in uncomfortable clothes and makes small talk about how happy we all are. I wont bore you with details. Jack and Annie had gotten a hotel room because the drive home would be a killer after partying late into the evening. Their friends stopped by their room say hi...
Her name is "Annie." I tell everyone that she is "my niece," which, of course, she clearly isn't. Everyone who knows me knows that I have no siblings and have never been married. In actuality, Annie is more of an adopted waif. She came into my home and my life a year ago, almost eighteen years old, when her parents were splitting up. She was going through...
Full and ripe and round. Bulbous orange gourds in tangles of thick green vine and rustling leaves. A bumper crop again this year. "Thank you, Melvin," Annie said, leaning on the split-rail fence that surrounded the pumpkin patch. The irate caw of a crow was her only answer. She saw the bird take off, flapping-black, into the dissipating morning fog from t...
There are all kinds of customers that enter Busty Bab's House of Pleasure. There are the married couples that are looking for something to "spice up" their marriage, the eighteen year old seniors that think their going to "get some" on Prom Night, and there are the dating couples that are so close to getting married they practically live together and then th...