I have two daughters under ten; I'm married and run a small graphics design business from my home. I'm the typical chauffer, housekeeper, errand runner, chef, and confidant too. What the family wants I do or get. My life has grown to be an endless series of standard tasks that I can do with my eyes closed. My work keeps me busy when nothing else is pressing...
God she's beautiful. Her long brown hair, her beautiful face, those perky tits, and best of all that tight, firm ass. Every wet dream I've ever had combined into one doesn't come close to how sexy she is. Even better still, she has a smile that could light up a room and she is smarter than most people I know. She is, as Hamlet would say, the paragon of anima...
I blame Cassandra. Whether it will be good blame or bad blame in the end, it's too early to know. We had a nice set up; three girls in a share flat for the Uni term. It was relaxed, we got on well and after our evening showers we could uninhibitably run around in our undies or PJ's. Then mid-term she had to suspend her studies and go home, so we needed a n...
My dating life in college was a disaster. I don't know why I thought it would be better than it was in high school, but the hope of college can blind you to reality. I was never the athlete or preppy guy. At 5'8", half the girls wouldn't talk to me because I wasn't at least 6 feet tall. I was always more into intellectual activities than sports or athletics....
Greg had no idea. Well, that was not entirely true. It was more like he did not understand. He was certain that whoever had killed Yuki was a vampire. What he did not understand was why. What was even worse, he knew, was that he would have to report it to Akuma soon. It would still be a few days as of yet before Akuma could be contacted by cellular phone....
I sit on the bus like a frighten animal. Outside the cold air licks the windows and condenses my breath into fog against them. The butterflies in my stomach are fluttering so fast that they must be trying to kill one another. Surely I'm stupid, nothing about my plan bears any intelligence, yet I can't get myself to pull the cord and hop off the bus to go hom...
How do you spend a day when you are waiting impatiently for the evening? When you cannot forget the night before? The only way to do it is to find something completely absorbing and let it take over for as long as you can. Normally work achieves it, but in my case I needed somewhere to go. So I turned to the Romans: I took the suburban railway out to the rui...
Friday morning, around seven in the morning. We'd gotten in a little late from our shoe-shopping run to Memphis. It had not been a quick walk-in, walk out deal. I should have known. It had involved stops at Fredericks, Victoria's Secret, Christie's, and dinner at the Olive Garden before we drove the hour back home with not one but four pairs of shoes, more s...
Note to the readers: This is the first story posted to lit. It actually goes way toward the end of the Cheryl series. (Think of it as being like Star Wars or something). Also note, this is the next logical chapter after the surprise visit and BEFORE the New Years Party. * The room was dark, but it started coming into focus as my eyes slowly fluttered ope...
He walked out of the tent and started down the road to the inn. The moon light lit the road and the sounds of the make shift encampment filled the air. He could hear snoring from some tents, sexual noises from others and the though of what was going on inside made him smile. And he wondered if the people inside were enjoying their romp as much as he did his....