She came in every Tuesday and Thursday like clockwork. 9:15 am. Her routine was pretty much the same each day: order a medium latte, make small talk with the cashier and be on her way. She had begun coming into the coffee house in early February, a month after I had started making it my remote office. I liked the buzz and understated camaraderie of the regu...
I just finished pounding the last stake into the ground and hurried to lay out the sleeping bags and pillows into the tent as I looked around to survey my surroundings. Everything looked perfect! The wood was stacked for our campfire, the cooler was set out packed with all the food we needed. My guitar was propped up next to the lawn chairs I had brought. Ye...
A soft incline, padded in fluffy snow, had hundreds of brown logs rising up in parallel. The bottom half of the trees were bare, creating a wide open space underneath the canopy of green pine branches laden with inches thick snow. In that space, there was a quiet of anything alive having left south or in deep hibernation. It felt like a giant huge breath was...
The phone's backlight flashed on. 7:58 PM. I hit the lock button and sat back, fidgeting nervously as I listened to bland local sports talk radio. As they yammered on about baseball, something in the rearview mirror caught my eye. Nah, nothing, just a few patrons exiting the nondescript suburban Burger King as I sat in the lot. It was a nice night. Relative...
The phone rang early on Friday morning just as Monica and I emerged from the shower and were making our way back to the bedroom. I picked it up and as I expected, Jim’s voice was at the other end. He asked if he could call around to pick Monica and I up at around 10am. Monica said she would meet us at the beach later and after a short animated discussion I...
I stared at myself in the mirror. I looked hot. Not porn star big-titted bimbo hot, but much more than plain Jane girl next door cute. That's just what I was going for. It was the last weekend of summer after all. Not on the calendar, but everyone knows the fun of summer really ends with Labor Day. Brad and Jason were throwing a party at their apartment to c...
All characters in this story are 18 or older, and the author does not in any way condone non-consensual sex. This story is fiction and contains, rough anal, pain, humiliation and degradation, ass to mouth, and rough oral; if you don't like these themes, please do not read or rate it. This work is purely fantasy, and any resemblance to actual persons, living...
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Chapter 3 The next morning started early... again. Elsa learned from yesterday and this time added a bra underneath her camisole. So when she sweated through her clothes she would not give the workers a wet t-shirt show. The breakfast was the same as yesterday, but everyone was moving a little slower and it seemed to take a lot more coffee to get everyon...
Blink. Ted looks over at me from his Custom Softtail and smiles. That panty-dropping smile I know is only for me. The light turns green and I see him start through the intersection. Blink. I see a white truck coming too fast from the left. I know Ted doesn't see it. My heart stops. Blink. I see the impact... Hear it... Feel it... I watch in stunned hor...