Hello Everyone, So, this is my edited version of AWUL. I didn't like how the old one was turning out; it wasn't exactly going in the direction I wanted it to be in. So! I hope you all like this one better. It's the first chapter, and the second will be out right after. I'm sorry to you all for the wait; I'm going to try a lot harder to fit in time for writi...
I couldn't help but stare down at the empty glass that mocked me on the table, the spiraled bamboo skewer that once held three olives abandoned beside it on the coaster. It seemed to just grin at me, taunt me to take more, taste more. I was on drink number two now, but the alcohol was taking effect quickly. Perhaps I should have eaten before I decided to ven...
She needed help. Rather, the incompetent contractor she had hired to remodel her master bedroom and bath needed it. He was really more of a smooth talking manager and hired guys that worked for cheap, but lacked any real knowledge or experience. I wished I'd had the time to have done it, but I was booked up and honestly, not much actual work would have gotte...
When I entered college, I was a virgin. Not to say it was particularly unusual; I was a quiet, nerdy kid. I wasn't ugly by any stretch of the imagination, but a little short, not very masculine, a little self conscious and not hugely used to interacting with girls. I was eager to change this fact, but I felt like something of a romantic; I didn't want a ran...
Chapter 6 "So, you're the famous, or infamous Jessica, then?" Larissa teased my wife as she stepped inside her house. "And you're ... Larissa, my husband's new mistress or girlfriend or whatever. Who is she? That woman! Wait ... is that ... Rain? My God, you look like a woman! So ladylike, so exquisitely feminine ... wearing a wig, makeup, and lingerie, to...
I had moved from a small town to the city for college, five hours away, on a full athletic/academic scholarship. Softball was my life so even though no one from my graduating class was going to be attending any colleges in the area, I didn't really care; I knew the girls on the team would be my new best friends and family. Besides, the only person in my grad...
Erik never really imagined owning anything more than a car, a house, maybe some nice things like an oversized flat-screen TV or a spare guest house situated on the other side of a pool. Now he was looking at a stack of paperwork in a manila folder that said he owned a gentleman's club. A woman who smiled at him through bifocals in a knowing way that should h...
Pat is an 'interdimensional ambulatory intelligence' (Pat's words, not mine) that happened into our lives by way of a mysterious unordered pizza delivery while Chancy and I were practicing selections from the Illustrated Kama Sutra while high on home-brewed angel trumpet flower infusion and a semi-heroic dose of Psilocybe cubensis var. 'Golden Teacher'. No...
I hate to play into stereotypes, but let's face it: we have all seen it before. The adage probably exists for a reason, men become more distinguished looking and women just look old. At 28, it was not something I really worried about. Yet. Still, I don't know that it is entirely true. As often as I see a couple I would term a mismatch in terms of physical at...
Sunday morning, Parker woke up horny. No surprise, since he'd spent the evening before watching two of his coworkers fuck me. I was already awake, but hadn't gotten out of bed yet. I was a little sore from the fucking I'd gotten; both Gordon and Greg had large cocks, and my pussy wasn't used to that much activity in one night. In addition to both of them fu...