I don't really call myself a writer, but I have to tell someone what my wife Stephanie did last Christmas. First, I'll tell you a little about her. We were college sweet-hearts and got married right after college. Steph is 28, and can still turn any guys head, but never did any modeling as far as I know. She has long curly brown hair, C cup breasts and a r...
Transit Guy For You: The journals of a transit career Chapter 1 Entry 1 Beverly & Pamela Year 1 Entry 1: Introduction This is the first entry of what I hope to be many during my career in transportation. I decided to keep this journal to document my career. I am keeping this journal because of the stories I have heard from my elders. I found them intere...
College was over. The real world wasn't as scary as Janie had imagined, but it was rather boring. She had moved to San Diego and was working at a Medical Center, in the Cancer Research Dept. She hated it: no opportunities to move up, raises were non-existent, she was the youngest employee, and she didn't fit in. Feeling trapped and claustrophobic, she began...
This is a fictional account. * Suzie was depressed. She had just turned eighteen two weeks earlier, her high school senior year was a few months from ending, and she still had not had an official date with any of the boys at school. Her friends all told her she was cute, beautiful actually and just needed to try harder to get a guy. But the baby fat that h...
Very nearly 55, I can now retire from my employment as a corporate insurance saleswomen if I wish. Family requirements dictate that I and all other family members work until this age (twenty hours per week minimum at age 45, of at which I took full advantage of) in order to benefit from near unlimited incoming royalties. However, my firm has asked me to stay...
Marybeth tugged at the bottom of her short dark gray skirt in an attempt to sit the bar stool without flashing the entire room. She wore no stockings so a wrong move would expose everything from her heels to the black thong crawling up her ass. Dave or Dick or whatever the name of the middle aged guy in gray suit next to her was prattling on about some sales...
Sitting on a couch, reading in the living room I heard the shower shut off. That was my cue. I quietly got up, headed into my bedroom, and closed the door as silently as I could. Let me digress. All of the bedrooms and the bathroom were off of the living room. We were in an old house on campus, where they turned each level into an apartment to make more pr...
Matt knew that Saturday was going to roll around fairly fast. Darla only had another hour to finish getting ready for her date with Rex. "Can you come in here for a minute Matt?" Matt folded the newspaper and laid it on the couch as he got up and headed toward the bedroom. "What do you think?" Matt stopped in his tracks to take a look at his wife's new d...
I was sitting in my living room of the rented beach house, still resting after my afternoon with the two girls on the deck. Vivid, erotic images kept replaying in my mind, and I was still sporting a semi hard cock under my shorts. I tried to focus on the book I was supposed to be writing, but I kept having flashbacks to Diane and Vicky, seeing them lick on m...
CHAOS 73 had been a huge success from the day that it opened. Spurnersville was far from a big city; in fact, to call it a large town was stretching the truth a little bit. But despite the clubs that the urban areas had to offer, people came from far and wide to see what the buzz was about. Long before the grand opening, when CHAOS 73 was just a dream in t...