It was late in the afternoon and there were only three people in our building at work. I know this because as one of the senior staff people, I had been assigned the task of working with the new security tracking system. Our insurance company had assigned all the employees with electronic keys that let us all in and out the doors. One of the claims managers...
Long after the divorce papers had been signed, nearly 14 months since her now ex-husband Bobby moved out for good and about two full years since she gave up any hope of salvaging her 21 year marriage, 39 year old Debra Jessup didn't fully come to grips with the fact that she was single until one cruel, innocuous moment at work. A hairdresser by trade, Debr...
Author's note: First I would like to thank all the people who took the time to read my first story. I am not a professional writer. I write stories for my friends and for fun. I decided to post "The Rake" because of the response that I got from all of my friends. I am not by any means perfect nor would I think that I am a great writer. I consider this a proc...
Chapter 10 "The Lovers Move in Together" I woke the next morning surprised to find myself in bed with two beauties. I had not intended on spending the night. I got up, my morning hardon led the way to the bathroom where I peed. I flushed, washed my hands and face and looked in the mirror. Did I ever look like I had quite a night? I returned to the bed an...
*** This story is fan fiction and not endorsed by the WWF or any of the characters involved. *** Debra wrestles Luna to the mud, and Luna feels Debra's thigh as it presses against her bare pussy. Debra rubs her thigh between Luna's legs, making Luna's pussy hotter and wetter. Debra's hand slips between Luna's legs, and she lightly brushes against Luna's swo...
I'm well aware that Debra McMichael-Williams probably doesn't act like this in real life, but hey, I can dream can't I? * * * * * John opened his eyes sleepily, he was in the back of his truck. The last thing that he remembered was talking to Stephanie. Unsteadily, he sat up, glancing at the clock. 12:30 PM. He had slept for a few more hours, and now wasn...
A special thanks to gotwood49, not only for his editing services, but for this story. Thanks for the idea; and it was a blast to write! He had been living in the area for about six months now. The church had decided to let him get settled before approaching him. Mandy had been chosen to approach the man, but not by herself. She was new to recruitment, so sh...
A story of complete fiction about fictional characters ***** It had been another three long months since her husband Ray had received a regular paycheck. He had been "furloughed" by his employer, NY Newsday, where he had been a sports columnist for the last ten years. Since then, Debra had come to realize that "furlough" was just a fancy word for "terminat...
The black Maserati gleamed in the soft light of the garage. Connor's eyes seemed to adjust slowly as he took in the way in which it dominated the concrete floor and put to shame the large, equally obsidian Mercedes Benz sedan beside it. "It's his favorite new toy," he heard Debra say from right behind his left ear as he felt her breast on his shoulder blad...
It doesn't matter! It is only three simple words when you think about in the scheme of things. That is the only the truth. The problem is I'm an asshole. I must be? You see, it mattered to me. Why do you ask? It's an honest question. The simple answer is it's based on what you believe. We are all humans whatever that means. We have the free will to do what...