"You're crazy!" my husband hissed at me. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into!" "If crazy means trying to spend time with my husband," I replied, "then yes, I'm fucking crazy!" "Not like this Carla! Why did you do this? I can't believe you're fucking doing this! You're not only risking my job and everything I've worked for, but our lives as we...
Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude words. It's fairly tame, and I'm pretty broad-minded, but the decency laws in most states would require it not be read by persons under 18. Also, if you're offended by adult themes, you should probably leave now. More importantly, this tale features women presented as sexual objects. There is not...
When I was in my early 20's I used to play a lot of online video games. First person shooters, mostly. The Battlefield series, especially. I had started playing games online with a guy named Chris who had gone to high school with my ex-fiancé. He and I had met through her and had really hit it off. We had remained close even after she and I split. He lived u...
*Note to readers: I thank you for the few comments you've been giving, I really do like to read all of them, and I've been trying to take your advice. I wish I could respond to them, but I don't think I can; if you'd like me to respond, you can send feedback with your e-mail. Thanks again =^^= * ***** As expected, Jenny also moved in with Justin and Bella,...
A return to the hive and a demonstration of just how the beembos recruit new members to their fold. All characters in this story are 18 or over. oOo Oh, this wasn't good. This wasn't good at all. Beck was lost. Lost and tired and dizzy and horny. So fucking horny. He'd been in the hive too long. Much too long. He looked about the golden walls for some cl...
--- Week 4 -- Thursday Night --- I didn't get to go home this night 'cause Ortega didn't call me a taxi. No surprise there. Duh! However, he didn't call Justin to pick me up, either. Instead, he saw off his business partner Miller, not paying any kinda attention to me or Shelly. I guess he was still super mad at his ass-istants. Whatever! Like a pair of go...
God was bored. Suddenly he had an idea. The perfect way to show those puny humans the majestic power of His mighty hand. He would create a perfect image of the Virgin of Guadalupe in an ice cream stain running down the side of the vending machine outside that Amoco station at the corner of Maple Road and Grand Avenue in East Trenton, New Jersey. That ough...
We begin with the plaintiff, the woman of the marriage of 33 years, from hereto within known as Mrs. S. Verses the transvestite husband we shall call Desiree. Mrs. S Attorney (referred in future testimony as AFM: Please state your reason for the divorce proceedings, if you please Mrs. S. Mrs. S: I wish to divorce my gay transvestite husband due to the lack...
Chapter 7: Monday - The Bimbo & Family Matters So there we were, back at the mall, just me and Adele – and I wasn't all there, if you know what I mean. I was still locked in 'bimbo slut' mode, having taken her command literally ... even though I was reasonably sure she hadn't meant it. Not at the time, anyhow, although by this point she really should have n...
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. I've been doing a little winter cleaning. Anyway, so I found this story that's been on my hard-drive gathering dust. It had set there so long, that I had just about given up on it, but thankfully, Vickie Tern was kind enough to come over and help me clean i...