Warning! Extreme Monster Sex Ahead! Molly winced as her boss approached, quickly stuffing her phone into the pocket of her skinny jeans and grabbing a pair of bestsellers from the display table in front of her. She blushed as she nearly dropped the books, glancing over to see the much taller woman striding quickly toward her, her face a thunderhead. "...
I was sitting at a table in a low class bar in El Paso nursing a strawberry margarita, and I was pissed. Not drunk pissed y'all understand, angry pissed. In fact I was REALLY pissed. I was "P", double-"I", double-"S" pissed. Think of it as PMS on steroids. Why? Because I was sitting at this here table watching my husband, Dick, and his best friend and partne...
Harry didn't like to be called Harold, and he knew his wife knew that, so he figured something was afoot when Patricia no longer referred to him as anything but Harold. They weren't youngsters any more, and he had begun to worry that this was about to turn into the sort of marriage that his parents had -- one of annoyed tolerance that lasted until death did...
All summer long, Jules had taken his two children to the community pool. As one of the perks of suburban living, he and his family took advantage of the pool whenever possible. Their home was nestled on a tree-lined cul-de-sac just outside Baltimore where the summer temperatures routinely broke 90 degrees. His kids, like most normal kids, would spend all day...
Are you still with us... Probably not... Perhaps you'd just like to skip forward to chapter 14 and find out What the hell's happening. Anyway here's chapters 8 & 9. Cheers, Arch. PS. Excuse the editing, still struggling with it on my own... for obvious reasons. ***** 8. IT SEEMED LIKE A GOOD IDEA... I knocked on the door with breakfast. "Uhh... come in!...
It was an upscale bar, guess I should really call it a Cocktail Lounge. But it was a friendly place. When I got into a casual conversation in the john with a guy who came in with some fellow workers he invited me over to join their group. Nice bunch, too, four guys and a couple gals just leaving the office on Friday afternoon. From what they said this was a...
For those of you joining the story just now, I recommend you read chapter one and two. This story won't make much sense to you if you don't. This meeting was overdue, Victoria knew it, but, she wasn't too happy to meet Gianni in public not even a year after the inquest on Daemon's death. She would have much preferred to meet him somewhere private where the...
I'm dressing "hot" tonight. That's what I do when I'm going out for a night of fun. A short, tight skirt that exposes a lot of leg and shows off my butt, a blouse that is either so tight my breasts are about to burst out or so loose and slinky that it tempts a man to sneak a peek, and, of course, stockings and high ... I mean HIGH ... heels—what more could a...
An Evening With Alnia: I To say I was feeling very aroused and wet, as I quickly finished my stew, after watching both Alnia and her mother masturbate, is probably the biggest understatement of my life. Fortunately I still managed to take enough time to swallow it all properly, before Alnia grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to the bedroom, followed close...
I went to the office around eleven. My head still throbbed. I damned my stupidity -- the drinking too. Charlotte was her own sparkling self. She smiled and her voice sang. There was a plastic quality to her that I had never noticed before. But it was a well-known kind of plastic. "Is Onslow in?" I asked. There must have been sandpaper down my throat. Her...