Friday nights were bowling nights for Frank and his wife Kathy and their good friends Amanda and Billie. Actually Billie didn't bowl, he had something wrong with his back, but he always went to watch his wife bowl and all four of them would end up at the neighborhood bar for a few drinks before going home. Frank and Kathy looked like the perfect couple. Kat...
Edited by angelicsounds That Deborah found herself alone for the Christmas holiday was nothing unusual. Her roommates often invited her to join any one of them for a nice two week break between college semesters, but she just as often turned them down. She wasn't being rude at all. She thoroughly enjoyed Marta, Ann, and Sonia. The thought, however, of curli...
This is the second part in what I hope will be a trilogy of stories about an old friend's 43y/o kinky mother. If you have not already read part one please read it, in order to have some background on story and characters. It is set in the winter of 1996 when I was 19 years old. Only certain aspects of this part are true, mostly this part is fictional. – enjo...
My wife is originally from India. She emigrated to the US from India several years ago. We go on vacation to India every few years, partly to visit her family and friends, and partly because it is a nice change of pace from our busy lives. The events in this story happened on one of those trips several years ago. After the obligatory visits with her relative...
It was my first frat party. I had no idea how I wound up there. The liquor was flowing hard, and the rooms were packed. The guys were all football stars, hooting and chugging, and the girls were all skanks. I'm used to thinking of girls as dignified, delicate creatures. But these girls were screaming at the top of their lungs, grinding their crotches against...
Michele spotted the prospect in the mess hall. He was young, slim and effeminate and was in the company of Danny McGregor, a well know prison bully and pederast Michele was now firmly ensconced as the Madame of the Chelmsford Prison transvestite brothel which operated with impunity in E Wing of the old prison. She and Steve had had their differences, in fa...
Emma & Mark -- On The Way Home from the Pub Background: Looe is a historical fishing village in Cornwall (UK) just a little further down the coast from the coastal city of Plymouth. All over Looe the pubs were closing for the night, disgorging their drunken patrons onto the narrow cobbled streets. Mark and Emma staggered out of the door of their own chose...
The apartment was still a mess. Boxes sat everywhere, most of them spilling their contents to the floor. Dishes lined the counters because the open cabinets still needed to be lined with paper. The pictures Lisa had meant to hang still sat propped up against the walls and the windows... Lisa stared out the window, a sigh breaking free from her mouth. She'd...
Daily, I have to visit the Finance department at least once, sometimes four or five times. My main interaction is with a shy, soft spoken, 50-ish manager who is ever sweet and endearing. When so many of the senior management staff are abrupt, loud and demanding, Henry is the polar opposite – asking please and saying thank you, requesting, not commanding I f...
Steele was married, but neither of us gave a fuck. We met through a personal ad I had posted on craigslist. "Want to dress up in my wife's clothes?" he asked in an email. I wrote back two words: "Fuck yeah." Twenty minutes later I was at his house. I liked him immediately. It turns out he lived only a mile away. Steele was just like me. Clean-cut. Profes...