Low tolerance for bullshit, that's something I most definitely feel every day of the week. There's an epidemic of stupidity out here in the Southwestern United States, and I wonder how long it's going to be before I lose it and smack a damn fool. I'm already in anger management over kicking some bitch's ass at Wal-Mart last month, so I don't need any more tr...
"Are you alright?" Amanda asked the new inmate, Emily, as they walked out of the kitchen and back towards Emily's cell. She could still feel the lingering effects of anger and took a deep breath, willing herself to calm down. "Yes, I'm fine now." Came the reply from the slightly shaken girl. She wasn't fine, and she probably wouldn't be for a while. Amanda...
Let's be honest I was a high school prude. I was far too concerned with becoming my school's next valedictorian to fantasize about being the quarterbacks next doggy style score. Don't get me wrong I definitely got lots of attention and offers from guys both younger and older than me, but most of them were because they wanted to smack my big, round, sporty as...
(Welcome to the second chapter of Between Friends, just to let you know these stories will jump around a bit. But I feel that way you'll know the characters much better if you relive their past to better understand the present. Anyhow I hope that you the readers will grow to enjoy my tales of these close bunch of friends and look forward to each story as I d...
It had happened despite their best intentions. Eight years of marriage and they had fallen into a routine. Ana worked hard all week and arrived home tired. Carlos was never good at setting the mood for sex and there was always a reason not to ask. A few months ago Ana started taking kickboxing classes and the shakeup had been great for her health but it has...
"Hi." He was leaning in the door frame. His 6'2" towering well above my 5'1" frame. He was holding a six pack of corona in one hand and a lime in the other. Faded blue jeans, a long sleeve tee, and the hat from the other night. He looked so damn sexy. He just stood there leaning and looking with a knowing smile on his face. I knew right then and there that I...
I cannot panic. I can't let them know I'm scared, or it's all over. Marian forced the tremors to stop coursing through her body. The gag on her mouth bit into the corners of her skin as she struggled. It tasted like disgusting and her saliva only made it worse, but she felt it begin to loosen. Little by little it began to slacken until she was finally free...
Stripper. Escort. Information broker. What do these jobs have in common? They're mine. How did I get them? Well, for safety purposes, let's just say my name is Diamond and this is my story. Growing up was tough as it is with everyone, but growing up with a poor drunk father and a mom who took his crap day in and day out, well, I knew what I didn't want my l...
We're sitting at a bar in some trendy restaurant down town, waiting for our table. I sip daintily at my Cosmopolitan looking at the muted reflection of us in the mirror behind the rows of matching bottles. I glance over at you, thinking again how lucky I am. Your generous lips curve into a seductive smile as you notice my gaze. You turn slightly raising one...
It's taken me six years to do my Ph.D. Some take less time, some a lot more. I can't complain; for the most part, I've really enjoyed the experience. There were all kinds of great intellectual, social, and cultural experiences, of course. But you don't want to hear about those. You want to hear about fucking. Fortunately, I also collected some great sexual e...