She was thirty-seven. Not that old, not that young. She was generally a happy person, but lately, she'd felt out-of-sorts. No specific reason that she could pinpoint. Job was good, she and her husband were in a fairly good place. She found herself being more nostalgic than usual, watching 80s movies, looking up old high school friends on Facebook, crying at...
I have, what people commonly term, a fucking horrible job. Certainly explaining my profession to other people, or even insurance companies, always garners giggles and confused mutterings. It's silly and immature from them, but something I have to live with. The wages are good, it pays my bills; at least I am not a moral vacuum and work in banking. Or politi...
My first teaching job was in the mountains of rural Georgia about an hour north of Atlanta. It was near where Deliverance was filmed and the locals were still talking about how Burt needed protection since he had been caught having sex with the mayor's wife. I shared a two bedroom apartment with another first year teacher and we became lifelong friends. As...
"Am I a bad person?" I whisper. The hot tub's water jets are on high and it is hard to hear. My husband, Aaron says to Gavin, "She wants to know if she's a bad person." "No," Gavin whispers into my ear. My husband is rubbing my clitoris and I have just stuck my hand on the inside of Gavin's leg. I touch his cock and it is growing hard. I put it back on h...
Jason quietly walked into the flat and was stunned at the scene before him of Sharon Grant, the teacher he had fucked at prom last year on her knees sucking someone's cock. He recognised the guy as one of the ones he had seen earlier in the evening with Katie at the club. Jason looked further around the room and saw Katie videoing Sharon and Ray and Paul, th...
I was dating a fine woman. She was in her 40's working woman that had a freaky side. What I would soon find out is her 18 year old daughter had the same genes. Liz, my girlfriend, was gonna be working all day and because we had a little sleep over the night before I told her that I'd be here at her house when she got home from work. After lunch I went out b...
My name is Kimberly Pierre. I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking young Black woman living in the city of Buffalo, New York. By day, I am a student at Buffalo State College, majoring in the field of criminal justice. At night, I lead a very different life. The things I do at night would absolutely stun the men and women who think they know me. Especially the men...
The link to the first chapter of this story can be found in my profile. ***** The sound of the door closing made me jump. My knees were knocking, my heart was beating, and my hands were trembling. I was intrigued and terrified. "Who is this man and what is he going to do to me?" I thought to myself. As if in answer to my silent question, the man steppe...
Rubies are Red. Part 32. Jenny. I climbed into my car and locked the door behind me. I could really do with a cigarette now. I shouldn't have gone inside the lodge. What if Matt was shagging Susan? It was none of my business. And now that I knew what was I going to do with the information anyway? Should I tell Shirley? That would probably cause more pro...
This story has a bit of truth to it, but it did not quite happen the way I tell it below, but I can always wish, right? None of the names are true and this is totally fiction. Thanks Sunny for your suggestions! ***** Retirement wasn't all it was cracked up to be! I really began to miss the day-to-day events of going to the office and inter-acting with my c...