I'm a divorced woman. To make ends meet I work part-time on the weekends delivering those free magazines to stores. It has been almost a year since my live-in boyfriend of 16 years and I split up. Needless to say I'm getting very horny! Today while my helper and I were delivering the magazines I rolled a stop sign, as I was pulling into the parking lot of on...
I sat across a gunmetal gray table from her. The worn table had chips along the edges and knicks on its top from long years of hard service, and it was not at all out of place amid the drab cinder block walls of the windowless basement office. I looked right at her intently. Occasionally, she would look up and, finding herself locked in eye contact with me,...
It wasn't anything I planned, I mean how can you plan something as off the wall, or I guess I should say off the bookshelves? At the time I was visiting a used book store, one of those in an old, converted house with narrow aisles, interesting room shapes and lots of nooks and crannies. Although it was an inspiring setting for the casual book shopper, the ch...
Other stories in this series Nancy Remembers Chap. 1 Nancy Remembers Chap. 2 Nancy Remembers Chap. 3 Then the following are separate but related stories and may be read without regard to sequence. * It was a typical Thursday workday when the guard stops by her desk and tells her it is her time for a random inspection, to grab her purse and come with hi...
"So tell me, honey. Have you every fucked a woman in the back of a limo?" she asked as he shrugged out of his shirt. She unzipped his trousers and pulled his half-hardened cock out and began to stroke it. Tom unbuttoned his trousers and lifted his hips off the seat as Tina pulled them off. When he reached for Tina's coat, she stopped him. "Not so fast, my d...
Chapter 3: Even Closer to Sunrise Recovering from her second orgasm of the evening, Celia lay face down on the bed next to an equally exhausted Diana. Tim left to clean-up and returned wearing a short terry cloth wrap. He sat on the edge of the bed and told the girls that this had been a uniquely special night, getting to fuck two 18 year old Freshman. He d...
Dìpucitna's sanguine arrow pierced my pallid flesh. I felt it tear in and through my mortal breast, three and a quarter inches below my left collarbone -- with a searing sting and violent flood of sickly white-hot heat -- before the cold clutch, pull, and tug; as half my human heart was torn from me. She stood over me, terrible and beautiful. My ears filled...
By day, Enduragirl was Christina Anna Polina; successful UCLA chemistry grad. Straight out of college, she began working for nano-tech giant, the MicroLife Corporation. From here, she furthered research in biochemical manipulation of the human genome. Christina was a stunning portrait of beauty: a 5’ 8” tall, white, leggy brunette, with piercing blue eyes an...
This story is a continuation of "On the Way to Vegas Chapter 1". ********** I had no fear as I followed my police officer down the highway. We took the first exit, went through a light, and pulled into small motel. As the officer got out of his car and got us a room, I had called my friends to tell them that I was tired and was going to stop somewhere for...
Inspired by the song "Angie” ***** "...tonight showers and possible thundershowers. And that's the news for Saturday, July 18th and I'm..." July 18th. Eight weeks now. Eight whole weeks of this... this... nightmare. I just can't take it any more. If only it would end. Anything, even death would be better than this. Trapped inside this radio by a witch. W...