NOTE: I started this chapter with the intention of sending Nick back to the Middle East, only I found Toni's particular fetish to be so fascinating to explore that it took up the whole chapter. Nick's interesting trip back to Saudi Arabia will be in the next chapter. Disclaimer: The missions described in the story by the 71st Fighter Squadron are fictitious...
I ended my last story with Harry dropping John and me off at our hotel after my shopping trip. John was practically pulling me in his rush to get back to our room and I thought that I would be in for a bout of fucking from him. However he had different ideas, he was aroused but when we entered our room and as he was locking the door and telling me to “get na...
I suppose your average person would have rushed inside, all concerned. Maybe called the police for help. Course, an average person probably would have been working and not have shown up early. Nor would an average person have an OCD complex about trash and walked all the way across the yard to pick up a small piece of garbage that the wind must have deposit...
Author's Notes: This little story is from me reading the entire line bovine excrement put out by men who say stupid things like "Once a whore, always a whore!" or "All sluts are the same and all women are sluts." ETC, ETC, ETC.... While women are gaining in the cheaters stakes, thus increasing the amount of divorces churning through the court system. They...
Chapter 7 Next morning Judy got up dressed and skipped breakfast she left and went back to her house. I had just woke up when she came in the room and she said, "Slut you do love me?" as she slipped out of her jeans and her cock hard said, "Spread your legs," and she fucked me. God that cock in me felt nice I held her winding my legs around her ass as she p...
'This is the day. This is the day' Andy repeated the mantra all the way to the batter's box. "Bottom of the ninth and batting last is every one's favorite SysAdmin. With runners on second and third and a score of 2 to 4 with two outs -- it all comes down to this. So far it's been an epic battle between sales and IT in this year's company softball tournament...
The next day was a little cooler, a thin layer of hazy cloud softening the sun's harsh glare. Amber's mind wandered as she sorted through another batch of the old photos. Ben had sent her another photo earlier, a selfie taken on the coast path. He looked tanned and healthy as he grinned into his phone's camera lens, the morning sun shining on his flushed fac...
As I lay on my bed, enveloped in the darkness of my tiny college bedroom, snow flurries gently tapped on my window. My computer's screen saver cast a palette of shifting colors on me. My hands trembled as I held my cell phone; a scrap of notebook paper rested on my unstable leg. Three days—I had allowed three days to pass since the laundry room encounter....
Davy Stoddard walked into Hoss Harry's Saloon in Cheyenne, Wyoming, pausing at the swinging doors to swallow his fear as subtly as he could muster before he fixed his eyes on the first open bar stool. Trying to affix a swagger in his stride, he made his way through a bevy of tables loaded with various folks whose faces reported their lives like old newsprint...
I walked into the house, closed the door. The air was running but it was still close to eighty inside. I sat my bag on the chair at the table, shed my work vest and hung it on the back of the chair. Thinking, "Where is my wife? She usually meets me at the door with a cold beer." I heard something upstairs coming from the bedroom. I sit down and take my boot...