This is a parody... It is not real... R. I. P. Joanie I miss you *** There I was, looking at a Sex Time Machine... yes I said a Sex Time Machine... I have no clue how they came up with the name but, I saw it for sale on the internet and I bought it. I mean it's on the internet, so I figured it had to be legit... So I bought it. Got a good deal, I'm assumin...
My breath hung in the air, the freezing cold morning making my new job both uncomfortable as well as humiliating. I was 28, and I had been reduced to delivering free newspapers for minimum wage. My colleagues were all about 18, fit, enthusiastic and straight out of school. I dragged my stupid day-glo yellow trolley up Scummingham Hill, toward the dreaded Scu...
My breath hung in the air, the freezing cold morning making my new job both uncomfortable as well as humiliating. I was 28, and I had been reduced to delivering free newspapers for minimum wage. My colleagues were all about 18, fit, enthusiastic and straight out of school. I dragged my stupid day-glo yellow trolley up Scummingham Hill, toward the dreaded Scu...
It seemed nothing was going right lately. Our fifth anniversary was approaching but our schedules were crazy, the kids demanded constant attention and when the day finally came no restaurant in town could seat us. The topper came when Sharon, who had been battling a bad case of the sniffles all week, lost her battle with the bug and wanted nothing more than...
"Let's go. 34. Up and at 'em!" The familiar loud buzzer on the lock to his door flooded the small room. 34's tall, lean frame unfolded as he rose to his feet. The door opened and the short, stocky attendant walked in with an attempt to make an imposing presence. 34 wasn't impressed or excited in the least. He knew the attendant meant no harm and was likely...
A light frost covered the ground that Saturday morning, as the joggers ran around the park - their feet crunching on the crisp tarmac below. Dirk Peterson ignored them as he walked briskly to a bench overlooking the boating lake, where a man with an eye patch sat alone. Checking that no one was watching, Dirk sat down next to the one-eyed man. 'Hello Cyclop...
Chapter 11 - The Fashion Show It had been 8 days since my latest visit to Emma's office. I was still running it through my head. I was consumed by the sheer demand of it. I could not help but think of her carnal craving and the events that followed in order to get her through her day. I was certainly being overly dramatic in my own mind. Time to grow up and...
Our two tasty MILFs get back from the party that Mikey and Gav drove them to. It was an utter fuckfest, Caroline and Debs were fucked senseless, literally. Debs got totally dick drunk and forgot her name at the end of it and Caroline got stuck into the vodka and ended up ordering some hot fucking outfits online that the lads were egging them on to wear nex...
I did my best to make it over to the door, but the combination of the lightheadedness I was experiencing and the stability issues I had with the 5" heels I was wearing made it extremely difficult to concentrate. Apparently I was taking too long as I felt another burst of electricity flow through my "SLUT" collar, which was enough motivation to clear my mind...
Cliff sat at the other end of the circular table outside the restaurant, and Tom toward Sydney's left. He ate almost methodically. The cucumbers and apples in his meal were picked out individually then sliced with some precision, as though he was portioning them. He ate each individual piece, never more than one at a time. He hadn't said much, other than a h...