Margret had butterflies in her stomach this morning. She had been dreading this day for the past two weeks. She looked at the clock. It was already mid morning and they would be here to pick her up in another hour. All she could think about were those thugs that loaned her husband the money he owed. Ten thousand dollars. Billy must have been insane the nig...
Part 1: Ann Rohmer, Hot Property Author’s note: I have made some revisions based on comments from my readers. Thanks to all who have commented. My name is Jack Hart and I never thought that I would ever post about my sexual escapades on the Internet. In June 2002, I was in Toronto to attend the annual IdeaCity conference. IdeaCity is a chance for expert...
Jamie slid quietly down the too narrow aisle. "Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me," was her mantra as she went. The bus was packed and for a moment she feared she would not find a seat at all. Tears sprang to her eyes at the possibility of having to take the next one. She wanted out of this place now. No, she needed out of here. Desperation ate at her gut. A li...
CHAPTER 1 - The Position Alex had seen the ad on Craigslist. DAIRY FARM SEEKS SELF-STARTER FOR MARKETING POSITION Having graduated six months earlier with a marketing degree, and also having no luck whatsoever finding a job for himself, he decided to give the listed number a call. What did he have to lose? Yes, the farm was an hour outside of the city, fa...
Amy leaned back in her office chair, rubbed her eyes and stared at the computer screen. Her brain was exhausted. She was in the middle of a major marketing presentation for her boss that was due to tomorrow when her computer screen suddenly went blank. "Shit, shit, shit," cried Amy, "why is this happening now? I need to get this done." Amy looked over the t...
Alice stumbled out of her car covering her mouth with one hand and dabbing at the smeared makeup running down from her tear stained eyes with a crumpled up Kleenex. "I'm so sorry." She cried. The guy in the pickup took a bit longer to get you, but when he did he was obviously pissed off. His chest was puffed out, his shoulders were reared back and he glared...
Yeah, I get this shit all the time, like, "You must be a guy" or "You must be a lesbian" so I posted this little thing, and if you've already seen it, sorry. The problem is that most of you guys haven't come across any Y2K girls yet. I'm Gen X.5, and wait 'til you see Gen XI. You think *I'm* badd? You ain't seen NOTHIN! I teach them skating, they are like el...
(This story is written in first person…some from Dee's perspective, some from Matthew's perspective -- separated with the ++++ signs. If you begin at Ch. 1 to get the feel of it ~ you may avoid confusion.) Continued… Looking back at that night in The Cellar, I recall every moment… Sitting on the floor together, laughing about the dirt...
This is the continuing story of Mark's experiences at number 86. This story is fictitious and all characters depicted are 18 or over. Any resemblance to anyone real is purely a fortunate coincidence on their part if this is what they enjoy. * Chapter 4 Mark pushed the toy in and out of his arse for a little while longer as Edith and Margaret watched him....
Finally, the weekend is over. I can't sleep, so I stare at the wall for a while before shrugging off my husband's heavy hairy arm. I'm a cheater. Throw your stones, go right ahead. I know you've thought about it, too. I use to think shameless flirting was as far as I'd stretch my vows, but I met Keith at work and we sparked. It's 11:00 am and I see him at t...