The Podium 2 – Gotta Pay to Play By Baron Cumhausen Podium 1 Background There's a small auditorium at the small community college I'm attending this summer where, in the late afternoon, I join several other students on Tuesdays for a public speaking workshop. It's nothing formal, no teachers or TAs. It's just a half dozen or so of us guys who decided to...
Chapter 01: Snowstorm The snowstorm seemed to come out of nowhere, either because it surprised the weathermen, or because Ben hadn't paid attention to the news in a while. To him, it was an ordinary Wednesday on the road, so he had stopped by the local mall food court on his way back from work. This week, work had been meeting with general contractors in...
Doug got out of his last class at 3:30 Friday afternoon. After dropping his books on his bed in his dorm room, he went down the hall to watch TV in the corner lounge. Bob, Cindy, Diane, Carl, Debbie, Linda, and Ron were sitting around the coffee table passing a joint around. "Hey Doug," Ron called. "Want a hit?" "Sure," said Doug as he plopped down on o...
********************************** Copyright Jeanne D’Artois July 2004 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. *************************...
I don't know why - perhaps because we met so infrequently, or that my memory is not as good as it used to be, maybe because we'd already spoken so much online before I saw you that I'd had to create a lot of the details from my imagination, who knows - but there was always that brief moment whenever we met, where for that instant I would not recognise the st...
Mary had tears streaming down her cheeks, mascara stained lines told Sara she had been crying for some time. ”What’s wrong?” Sara asked softly as she tried to comfort her friend, hugging her on the porch of her 19th Century home. “H, h, he’s left me,” sobbed Mary. “H, h, he fucked me and as soon as he’d wiped his tiny little dick, he left me, for some who...
(c) 2003-2009 by Mike Yevchekov All rights reserved. No part my be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any electronic means, including photocopying, recording, or by any information and retrieval system, with out written permission of the author. Basically if you want to post the story please ask first! Beginning: For years my wife and I have been...
Part one of a two part story. * It was around 10:30 in the morning. I had to do a couple of extra pick-ups, so I was running a little late. When I walked into the driver's room, I saw the dispatcher, waving at me and motioning for me to come into her office. As I walked into the dispatch office, I saw Carmen sitting in an old swivel chair, she had her f...
My husband, Sandy, is one of the nicest people on Earth. He doesn't have a single enemy. He cheerfully helps anyone he knows, anytime he is asked. His basement workshop has always been a friendly neighborhood hangout for the other husbands on our street. Sandy is also a failure at everything, including our marriage. He has no particular talents, never learn...
I have always loved watching Lydia in action. She is so passionate in her lovemaking and you can see her true love of cock by the look on her face and in her moans of ecstasy. She is truly a delight to see and I watch her homemade videos often while masturbating. Lydia meets most of her lovers through one of the Internet sites that specializes in meeting f...