Chapter 5 Megan drove back to her condo after walking Five back to the Mailgirls' Locker Room, leaving her to the none-too-tender mercy of Mistress V. Three not-all-out 6ks in the past twenty-four hours shouldn't have done her in, but it was hot and challenging Mistress V on the behalf of One and Five had been tense. She was looking forward to iced tea, a...
Die Bahn ist mal wieder brechend voll. Schöner Mist, dass du ausgerechnet an deinem ersten Tag nen Platten hast und auf öffentliche Verkehrsmittel zurückgreifen musst! Und dann auch noch bei dieser Hitze! Wann war es zuletzt so heiß im April??? Falls jemand noch einen Beweis für die Erderwärmung brauchte, bittesehr! Der erste Tag in der neuen Uni war dafür a...
Chapter 5 -- Risk Introduction: From the moment we wake up in the morning, to the time we go work, and even when we sleep we face uncountable number of risks. If we took the time to plan for every conceivable risk and then thought about how we could mitigate them we would spend our lives preparing for events that may never happen. Through our learning expe...
This is yet another tale in the Mailgirls's universe. It makes more sense if you've got some background in this milieu. I'm especially indebted to the works of Seahawk, LizStanton8181, and SliceReality which I have enjoyed tremendously. ***** Sunday Brunch Sam couldn't take his eyes off the two smoking hot women staring down at the breakfast buffet. Th...
To Readers: Feel free to add a chapter if you want, I don't really deny anything from being published. The more content there is means the more readers there are and ideas that can be formed into new story chapters or entire arcs. And if you ask me, the more Jamie gets fucked over and fucked in general, the better. So enjoy and thank you for reading, now bac...
The sunlight peeking through the blinds pulls you from a long, peaceful dream, & you lazily flop onto the other side of your enormous bed. Papi pokes his head in the doorway as you untangle your long legs from your blankets, summoned by one of your more dramatic yawns. "Good morning, Princess Kitty. Did you sleep well? You're looking cute today!&quo...
We were finally alone at his place after coming back from an out-of-town gig. I stood leaning against the wall, my hands in my pockets, one foot on the wall, as I watched Kris. He was dressed in leather pants and a black T-shirt, his long layered wavy blonde hair disheveled. An ashtray sat nearby, the smoke from a cigarette permeating the air. He was hooked...
I went into mourning, I guess. There was some second-guessing involved, too. In the end, I couldn't see that I had done anything wrong - or that things would have turned out differently if I had acted otherwise. There was no question that I would miss Jen. But I was honest enough with myself to wonder which I would miss more: Jen, or the incredible sex....
Enter a small town in a time where it was still important to memorize their neighbors' home phone numbers, street lights coming on were the signal to get home, and the sheriff knew every one on a first-name basis. It has been a turbulent couple of months on these unassuming streets. Kids that aren't so young anymore are going off to college or are soon to be...
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