Now that you have been preached at about using stereotypes, lets take a look at the average day of a construction worker. This will of course vary from job site to job site, and trade to trade, but in general this is what a day on a large construction job will be like. I will be writing this as if you are the worker. I am also not writing about a Union Job S...
This happened a couple of years ago. At the time I was living with a room-mate. Her name is Kristine or just Kris for short. She is slender and around 5'2" with a couple of petite breasts. Her eyes is a bright blue that some guys just seem to keep staring into forever. I had known her since high school and she were always supportive of my "choices", in fact...
*************Celebrating Posting the One Millionth Story to Literotica! Whoreray and Hoesannahs!!*************Humor & Satirefunny parody, I swear!mildly amusing cantankery??*************Author's Note to Literotica StaffNow don't say I don't love you guysbut sometimes, just sometimes...you are a pain in the whoohah! Just once in a while. Ah, jeez! I made yo...
Cliff and Shay woke up from their earlier activities. Try as they could, they did not have the strength to continue for the present. Shay was the first to move. She needed to relieve herself. She had a tremendous amount of fluid buildup. Most of it was from Cliff. Watched Shay's sweet ass on its way to the bathroom. She moved her legs with a bit of tende...
I was in my last year of high school and I was at my friend Katie's house. Katie's family were away for the weekend so she had invited Mel, Alison, my girlfriend Sarah and myself for a Saturday night of drinking. We had all turned eighteen in the last few months, so buying alcohol legally was still a novelty to us. We had drunk a few each and were at the ear...
This is a work of fiction any similarities between the characters, events, or locations in this story and actual locations, events, or people are purely coincidental. * Along with my hike, the food and mead, even the thinking had taken their toll. I was worn out. I announced, "I'm tired, ladies. First a nap, then bath before supper." The response from...
This is a work of fiction any similarities between the characters, events, or locations in this story and actual locations, events, or people are purely coincidental. © 2005 Warlord. * As I moved into the forest with its dawn shadows, I was comforted that the sun was at least operating in a familiar predictable pattern, rising in the East, setting in the W...
As Stan maneuvered his way home, the wind had been gusting at an un-clocked speed, throwing snow at his windshield faster than the wipers could flush it away. It was almost 8:30 pm. The forty-five minute commute had extended into well over an hour. As he dodged the snow plows and salt trucks, he thought of the moment he met Xenia, on a flight from Tucson....
I never thought about the wealth of my owner, Jessica. She lived comfortably in a big house and sometimes it seems that she has money to burn. But I never thought of anything that a dog doesn't think about. I've been trained as one for so long that all human thoughts are gone, and all I can think about is the next time Jessica pats my head when she wakes up,...
I didn't really have time to be as turned on as I was, but the persistent hot ache between my thighs was relentless and obviously ignoring it was doing me no favors. I shifted in my seat again, trying to relieve the pressure that had been building since I woke up late from an incredibly hot dream. A should have been. A dream I wished was a memory about the...