Velma manages a major grocery chain’s store where I shop. She’s in her 50s, has a decent figure, and is fairly attractive. Her hair is dark blonde. My name is Dick. I’m in my late 50s, and retired. My wife has her own business, and is there from 9 to 5 Monday through Saturday, and until one on Saturday. That’s why I do the grocery shopping. I had been goin...
I first saw her as she walked from her car towards the supermarket. She was hard to miss, especially in broad daylight. I was parked two rows away and she walked into the Harris Teeter store about twenty steps ahead of me, her tight ass swaying back and forth in her tiny, designer-label jean miniskirt. The skirt was very short, but the rest of her attire...
Marissa Val Darehn was the queen of Ghetto New York in 2036. Ever since Merlin had died in December of 2012 releasing magic, she had been using her blood talent, alchemy, to make a super addictive blend of cocaine. The walled in city of Ghetto New York fell quickly to her power after she introduced her cocaine to the streets. Seventy percent of the populatio...
"Great, just fucking great!" I thought as I pulled to the side of the road in recognition of the blue lights behind me. The last thing I needed right now was a fucking ticket. After the third 12-hour day this week, all I wanted to do was get home and rest before the one tomorrow. I couldn't tell you how fast I was going because I was too busy masturbating to...
Author's note: This story and all individuals contained therein is/are fictitious. Any resemblance to any real person or persons, events or situations is purely coincidental. All individuals in this story are of the age of eighteen years or more. ***** Kevin had been an accountant for more than thirty-five years for various automobile dealerships, and thi...
"Just pick up the damn milk yourself," Carl yelled. I heard the sound of a football announcer and then one of his friends laughed. "I'm not going out today." Of course he wasn't. His friends, football and beer came before our home or anything even remotely difficult—including picking up milk at the store. Never mind that he'd promised to get it for the last...
Sheridan carefully backed her car out of the parking space at the grocery store, when a car cam hurtling around the corner at breakneck speed. The crash of metal made Sheridan's skin crawl. She opened the door and shakily climbed out. She wasn't hurt, just startled. A man was climbing out of the Mustang that had just crushed the back end of her car. "What...
"Mark, not again!" I scolded Mark. His eyes were leering again at the checkout clerk. She was roughly 21 give or take based on her long blonde hair tied back behind her grocery store hat. Had a short top on underneath the apron, and thin tight jeans. Mark gave me a look of embarrassment. I just gave him away and called him out again. My head ached...
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You never know what might happen in when you go grocery shopping. I was home from college, and I had run out to pick up a few things. In the bakery aisle, I ran into the mother of one of the most popular girls in my old high school. Mrs. Hancock was an older version of her beautiful daughter. She'd retained her figure and looks into her fifties. "Hi, Mrs. H...