I'm going to tell you the dirty little secret of working at a home improvement store: a sizable chunk of the customers aren't there to fix their houses. The largest proportion of these oddball customers come in two types. There's the art students. You know who they are because they are always asking weird questions about how to attach things that nobody ne...
Chris walked through the door of his house Friday afternoon glad the week was over. He dropped his briefcase and coat at the door and headed straight upstairs. It had been a long week and he was looking forward to his usual Friday night ritual to relax. Heading to the bedroom he stripped off his clothes, went into the bathroom and turned on the water. As the...
This is the last chapter. Heads up, there's no sex in this one, but read on to see how things turn out. Thanks to everyone who have read, voted on and favorited the chapters! *** I took Lynn home. She asked about the shiner, and I told her I was pushed accidentally into a piece of equipment. Her expression told me she didn't believe me, but I wasn't in the...
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: Mistress Orchid is a real person. She has generously given me permission to fictionalize her here. * Dean looked out the window at the crappy Seattle weather and sighed. "What?" Sam asked, glancing up from the public-records tome in front of him. "This case really blows, man," Dean said, shaking his head. "A serial killer who's been dea...
The first thing Mark Lancer was aware of was blaring, hateful noise. As soon as he recognised it as the trumpeting of his alarm clock, he slammed his hand down on the 'shut up' button, and sighed with joy in the peace that came afterwards. It was a hard hit, but he'd made sure when he bought it that it could stand up to such punishment. As the sleep cleared...
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Chapter 8 Girl Talk: The Stupid Bitch Story Note to male readers: This is the way girls talk to each other. It has very little sex and while many girls will think it's funny, most guys (except gays) will be bored. If you're looking for something to jack off too, this is not it. If you want to jack off, please read one of my other stories. Charlie's Nephew...
The weed was almost tart, and clean, and Gloria wished she could handle it. She was easily addicted to things, and she worked hard not to smoke weed or tobacco. Debbie was more confident. Debbie had her feet up, and was watching some basketball game on silent. "Bitch it's been a minute. How you been?" "Good. I been good. You?" "Dibbling and dabbling. J...
"Yes, more, more!" Samantha screamed at the top of her lungs as Chandra ground their pussies together in reckless abandon. Chandra placed both of Samantha's soft hands on her breasts while she rode Samantha like a cowgirl riding a horse. Her own climax building by the second, she bit her lip just to keep control of herself during their exchange. "MMph, oh...
"Um, nothing much... oh but I do have a poem I'm sending in to Strong Woman's Prose for a contest. That bitch Delilah was giving me grief in class too." "You want me to step in and cancel her library card for you? That'll be the start. Just because I look like a librarian, doesn't mean I fight like one." Chandra drew up her lips and eyed her friend, waiting...