It was a run-down truck stop near the border, where trucks stopped to overnight before crossing. She was a tired-looking whore who gave me a fake smile as I entered the dimly lit and otherwise empty reception area. I didn't smile back, walking to a counter where a guy of some 18 years was tapping on his mobile, completely ignoring me until I coughed pointedl...
Out of college, one thing I did not ever have fun doing was working a fulltime job. While I have enjoyed my career as a writer, the stresses of it being a job are sometimes too much for me to deal with as I write with the spark of emotion and not by demand like I sometimes have to. Graduating college, I went completely against my degree field and became a bl...
Robyn: She was almost on the table. Moaning. Lips very close to my ear, hot breath on my neck. Fingernails dragging lazily along my cock. Enough pressure to keep me hard, not enough to make me cum. This is not what I had in mind... Her name is Robyn, and she works with Olga. She was half naked, her fat, full breasts pressed against my ribs, her groin grin...
Mountains of gratitude to honeywldcat for her editing of this entire series. I woke with that supreme content that can only be achieved by waking up with someone you love in your arms. That silky smooth warmth of Danielle's unobstructed skin felt magnificent. She was pressed lightly against me, curled up with her hands on my chest. I pulled my head back ev...
© 2014 K M Dylan The summer that my mom died, I began working for her French boyfriend, Daniel de Goncourt, at his beach house in the Hamptons. He was a private equity financier and was working from home for the summer. He was incredibly sweet and paternal to me after my mother killed herself. Maybe he felt some guilt that he was partly to blame, though he...
It was a warm summer day when everything was wonderful. Our neighbor and his daughter were coming over to visit me and my son. Then at seven the Pastor and his wife were going to join the four of us for Thursday night dinner. My neighbor, a handsome widower was coming over this afternoon to visit me. I am Betty Green widow of four years with an eighteen ye...
"Ey, Patrick, you wanna go to a bar?" Uncle Wilson's voice came from downstairs, loud as ever but successfully serving its purpose, getting Patrick's attention, and Patrick did indeed want to go to a bar. Better yet, it was a need. "Of course!" He called back, it had been a long day for him, coming on the heels of an equally long night, and hopping off the...
It all happened on a brisk September Friday that I at first thought was going to be another day in my anorexic solitude. But I guess even in the Finnish autumn weather, pessimism reaches sometimes its limits. It was the third day of my liquid fast, and I had felt somehow a bit dizzy right from the morning. Anyhow, I also knew that I had lost weight. After...
It was around 6 PM that Tuesday when all of Camilla's and Candice's guests got dressed and ready to leave their apartment, though Camilla as usual remained in the nude; she even left Calina's come on her face, knowing that the Russian nymphomaniac would like to see her still gooey-faced. Calina was the last guest to leave. "With a body as beautiful as yours...
I pace around my room along the narrow path twisting between the dirty laundry, used dishes, pizza boxes, and stacks of porn. I'm wearing my best clothes, a pair of clean black jeans and the only shirt I own that has buttons. I have an interview today and if I don't get the job I'll be living under a bridge by this time next week. I reconsider my underwear s...