The idea is that teachers, nurses, bus drivers, cashiers— you name it, are all performers in some form or another. Some choose to play their role a bit more thoroughly than others but, usually, human beings tend to put on a smiling face no matter what is going on in their personal lives. Jaime and Layla's story is my attempt to highlight the depths to which...
1 The batter was encased in shadow as the sun settled just behind the trees beyond the outfield wall. I was still bathed in sunlight on the mound and knew I had the advantage, as the batter would be forced to pick up the ball late as it passed from light to dark before reaching the plate. The crowd seemed louder now, but they had been screaming the entire g...
Author's note: This is the first story of what will become a series about the history of me and my wife. Originally this was written to her, and it differs from the others in its attention to romantic detail. This will be more appealing for the sentimental types, though follow-on stories will be more sexual in nature. Enjoy. -------- I met my wife Tori wh...
I told Linzy about the events in the Lowe's parking lot that night on the phone, and listened to her masturbate over the details. "What about the party last Saturday?" she asked me as she licked her fingers and caught her breath. "What about it?" I asked. I could hear the smirk through the phone line. "You know what I mean. I know you, I've seen you run yo...
Part III: A Time To Remember "Thank God, this is the last damn day for this shit," Ebony told her friend and fellow cheerleader, Erica. "Here it is, a big Friday and we have to go to all of these colleges just because it's College Week at school." "Well, we would have had to do it sometime, Ebony. You do want to go to college when we graduate, don't you?"...
EPILOGUE - PART 2 We didn't waste time in the office. This was to crown the last day, night and the achievement of humiliating my ex-girlfriend and getting her out of my life. We hadn't quite planned this, but did know walking downstairs to here that it would be rough, even for us. "Be your slut?" she asked opening the door to the office. There was my wood...
Thanks to Miss Jones I had everything just as I wanted it. The agency had a job for me in my first weekend in the apartment. I got $1000 to escort a nice old gentleman to a dinner for his retirement. He was a fun old coot, and did not try it on. He kept saying I looked like his grand daughter. It was a fun night but not what I had been looking for. This wen...
A week later after our high school reunion Rhonda and I decided to spend the whole weekend all to ourselves. Ever since that night in the school cafeteria we've grown closer, getting to know more about each other than ever before. Hard to believe she was that same girl who played volleyball like a pro with a tomboyish attitude to go with it. After leaving he...
I must give credit to my editor SlaveGirl70. She was a vital contributor to this story, and corrected many blunders on the part of the author. I can't thank her enough. Daunti ***** On The Road Again An Exercise in Middle Aged Fantasy Tim had been driving alone for nearly six hours. He'd stopped for gas and a cup of coffee about thirty minutes ago,...
In some ways I won the gene lottery; in others I was either at the end of the line or left out entirely. The ways I won? I'm good looking and fairly athletic. By the time that I was eighteen I was six two, two hundred pounds, with shiny blond hair, deep azure eyes, and a cherubic face, and was an all-conference lacrosse player. As I write this I'm still the...