Dick Wojohowski drove his rusty but trusty 1978 Chevy truck onto the muddy playing grounds. He was hauling the rented 50-foot, 1,500-watt lights that would be used to illuminate the final, frantic events of CFNM Games I. The wheels spun around in the mud, trying to gain traction. The wet dirt went everywhere, hitting anyone within proximity. Some of the me...
4:59 'click' Hendrick turned off the alarm on his antique liquid crystal display clock radio. It's how he starts every day. Discipline. The way he was raised. Shut it off before the five AM wake up time. Just because of the shut down there is no reason to get lazy. He actually can get an extra hour of work in at his home office. A year ago Vera solved his...
Chapter Two -- The Ice Queen Sloane did go to beautician school and also qualified as a hairdresser and took a reasonably well paying job in town in a beauty salon. Her natural beauty and style declined into what I described as a 'skank ho' countenance; short tight dresses openly displaying her breasts, the hems of her skirts and dresses were so short her p...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: "Winning the Blonde Goddess" is a joint literary effort. I joined forces with an author named Schlank to create this story. If you like this story, she should get part of the credit. As always, if you have any suggestions to improve the story, please click on my name, and e-mail me your suggestions. . . . . . . My name is Scott Alexander,...
Anyone who's lived a few years comes to realize that the cold, harsh world we live in isn't designed for the meek and the mild mannered. Jesus had a soft-spoken disposition. Look what happened to him. When it comes to suffering I'd rather leave it to others, thank you very much. But every once in a great while balance is restored to the cosmos. The loser at...
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Friends: Deleted Scenes - A Dry Spell Author's note: Thanks to all my readers for your comments. I have several stories in the works, but am always willing to hear suggestions for storylines, or general comments. Feel free to e-mail me. * Ross hadn't had sex for months. Sure, he had gone without sex before. In fact, many times Ross had unwilling considere...
My name is Ilana and I absolutely adore sex! I'm eighteen, busty and curvy in all the right places and I'm going to tell you about one of my hot sexual encounters. I was on my way home from work on a Friday evening and I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was my co-worker Bing - in the local diner where I worked as a waitress. He was tall, 34, Asian and one of t...
CHAPTER NINE I attended the first auction. It was interesting looking around the room; I recognised some of the bidders and acknowledged them with a nod. I also recognised new faces. It was quite easy to tell who was new in the business. They had that eager look, constantly consulting the list of properties and when the bidding started flourishing their bid...
Chapter 10 — Mid-November Vignettes "No, I was not defrocked," James answered in a strong voice into the microphone of the tape recorder. He had already recited a short bio and counted off his degrees and teaching experience. It was Thursday afternoon. James' identity as Reverend Chandler's target was public knowledge, thanks to Doris' shouting it out dur...