Note: All characters in this story are of legal age. All of the characters are well over eighteen years of age. ***** Surprisingly she was in her usual spot the next day studying profusely without a care in the world, eating her pre-made lunch of what appeared to be a cucumber sandwich and some kind of soup in a small plastic container. Malaya Padilla alwa...
Whisper to me. Tell me softly. Are your lips like roses...Do they have the scent of who you are on them and can they bite at my flesh. Causing pain Oh my God She's scrubbing my floor, and for god's sake she's in the shortest skirt I've ever seen, I thought. I looked at the sheerest pr of panties, I knew I'd ever seen. "What are you doing?" In know my voice...
I spotted her the moment I walked in. She told me online what she would be wearing, and what she looked like. Soft beige blouse, tan slacks, shoulder length dark hair, no one else even came close. I saw her eyes meet mine in the mirror behind the bar, a soft smile crossed her lips. Certainly pretty, no doubt about that. She looked to be the 35 years of ag...
Every once in a while, a couple of characters enter into my world and speak to me about interesting things. This is just such a story. It's my hope that you will enjoy meeting them and their crazy ideas as much as I enjoyed writing them down for you. Thanks for taking the time to read another one of my stories. =Dreamweaver594= ***** One afternoon, while s...
Monday 12th Dear Diary... I've never written a diary before. No, wait, that's not true. I think I did once. I seem to remember I filled in about two lines for a couple of days before giving up. I was only 14 at the time, a whole third of my life ago. Looking back, I don't really feel like I've changed that much, though I suppose I must have, because I've...
Our two perspiring glasses sat at the bar, ignorant of our benign conversation. For a fraction of a second I wished to be the ice in that glass, and watching the cool lines of liquid run down the translucent edge of the container, I could feel my own sweat mimicking the action. To be honest, I couldn't come to terms with why I was so nervous. This was just a...
My eyes open in the morning and I take in a deep breath. Looking over to the nightstand, I realize that I have beaten the alarm today. Sliding the sheet off, I set my feet down to the floor and stretch out before standing up. I walk to the kitchen and start a pot of coffee water for my French press, setting an old stoneware cup beside the pot on the stove....
Tales of Carlitos, the Mexican Factory Worker Chapter 3: American Shamanism Carlos held a large coffee table book on Teotihuacán in his arm as he rang the apartment doorbell of his new friend and co-worker Paul. Teotihuacán, the Mexican archeological site that was home to the great pyramid of the sun and slightly smaller pyramid of the moon, was the forem...
The next morning, breakfast was brought just as she woke up. Afterwards, she got dressed and the female from last night arrived. "Good morning," she said cheerily, "Did you sleep well?" "Yes, thank you." "Excellent. Today, I'll show you around the hatchery and the main rooms of the Keep. Don't worry if you don't remember how to get around right away. It t...
I rolled over the next morning, slowing coming around through the fog of sleep. I reached out my arm, noticing that my bed was empty. My thoughts drifted to the night before, to the sensation of Orin slowly riding the length of my cock after joining me in my bed. I ran my hands over my face, slowly sitting up as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I gl...