Journal Entry, September 5, 2002 [The following is a transcript made directly from a recorded encounter with Mia.] Thanks for inviting me over. Having me dress as a deliveryman was a great idea, because now your neighbors won’t suspect a thing--unless I stay too long. OH LOVER, YOU ARE SO INCREDIBLE. ENTHUSIASTIC AND SO CREATIVE. I AM SO GLAD YOU ARE HER...
We had talked about what you wanted for Valentine’s Day, I just doubt you ever thought we would do it. And usually when we talked about these things you were on your belly with your fingers working busily on your hard clit. I left you on the bed after work (who would plan Valentine’s Day on a workday?), face down, with the covers pulled over you. Peaking out...
This is a totally true story in every detail. My wife and I went back to the club again. This was the first time they didn’t have a theme or anything. It was just a dance party. You are supposed to “dress to impress” but we took a different approach. I was out of town for the day and only got back a few minutes before we had to leave. I was tired and didn’t...
I parked in the health club lot and walked inside. Jill was sitting at the reception desk. She got up and we both walked into the office. “Is…is it over?” she asked. I nodded. “Billy’s in jail, and I have a feeling he’s going to be there for a long time,” I said. She looked relieved, but sad, too. “Are…are you sure?” she asked. “About as sure as I can be...
It’s a simple enough arrangement. I’ll be your rape-slut for two hours. My boyfriend doesn’t like it. He doesn’t trust you. Even though you’re his brother. He thinks you’ll fuck me up. He thinks you’re a nasty, sick, abusive little bastard who’ll turn me into a stretched-out whore. But that’s why I want it. He’s in the house somewhere, stopwatch at the rea...
My name is Linda, This is my story, maybe it’s a fantasy or maybe it is real I will let you be the judge of that. It was a cold night in the middle of the year when I was chatting away in a chat program when a guy by the name of Freddy messaged me. “What you selling?” He typed referring to my nickname. “ME! NOTHING WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM.” I typed back a...
The Second Date… After constant badgering, emails and phone calls you finally agree to meet me for a casual dinner and drink date. It’s a warm Spring evening and as I am driving to the truck stop on Route 56, I run my check off list in my head, shaved legs, used lots of baby lotion so skin would be very soft. I manicured my nails the night before taking gre...
It all started when I came home early from work a couple weeks ago. As I pulled onto my street there was a pick up truck in front of the house, which made sense since we where having some work done to our deck. As I pulled up I decided to look around back to check on the progress of the work and found the job looking completed. I figured the contractor must...
My Third Story “Wakey Wakey my precious pet.” These words call out from the darkness, as I try to determine where I am. As my body wakes up I start to feel the aches and pains from the previous night-evening-day-morning. To be honest, I am still unsure what day it is, or the time, but its not important, I’m with you now, and I feel safe, but oh so scared o...
“Harry, it’s 10 o’clock; aren’t you going to even look for a job today,” I asked. He looked down sullenly at his coffee cup as if he had no idea about how to answer. I was confused. Harry had been an engineer for the same company, Munson Technologies, for almost 20 years (the only job that he had ever held), but technology changed and Harry no longer fit in...