I don't cheat, okay? Let me say it again. I. Do. Not. Cheat. The same way I don't drink-drive or wear yesterday's underpants. It's a built-in rule and one that with a little forward thinking is never broken. I'm engaged now to Amanda and our relationship couldn't be stronger. It's built on honesty and it's built on trust, got me? We have a varied, healthy an...
It had been over a month since my return from Germany, and not only had the company not called to offer me a huge movie deal, they hadn't called to offer me any other work either. It got so I was scanning the papers looking for news of a huge prostitution scandal which would explain the silence, but they were as silent on the matter as the telephone. Bear...
This is a continuation of the story of my relationship with Tammy. If you haven't read the previous chapter, then you may wish to do so to become familiar wit the characters in the story. I hope you enjoy the story. Tammy - Chapter 2 – Getting to know her That Sunday we made slow sensual love to each other for most of the afternoon. At one point I pleasure...
The name on her badge was Bunty, but he knew her colleagues called her Bee. It was a strange name for a girl so young. Every Saturday morning she stood at the chocolate counter in his local supermarket, cutting samples of chocolate fudge into identical little strips for the customers to try, idly twirling her brown hair, scratching at the places where her sk...
Paul rose in greeting, both surprise and pleasure on his face, "I suppose it is a Wednesday," he said, "I was just thinking about you." Their surprise, in turn, was total. Bill was the first to recover, "Paul Sharpe! Of all people." The look of delight on Ann's face made Paul's knees weaken. It was undoubtedly Ann, no question of that, but not as she had b...
Mid thirties, scruffy, a rhapsody in blond, moth-eaten blond beard shadowing his sharp, narrow jaw—Justus Fawley bundled himself into a trench and took to the unusually cold streets of Hollywood at roughly two in the morning. At that time of night, when a city as sick and sacred as Los Angeles, opened its sewers, mangy kittens and rats in sequins crawled up...
This is a continuation of the story about Merna. This is the follow on from her weekend at the Nascar race in Talladega. Need to read Part 1 to know the characters. ***** Divorcing Jake Jerome and LaTonia took me home after the race as Jake had abandoned me. We were all very tried and did not talk much. LaTonia and I agreed to call each other the followin...
Sarah was clearly uneasy about the meeting that day with her parents. Her mother had insisted that we both return on Saturday so that we could both get haircuts under her supervision and that I should be punished for attempting to deceive her. As we lay in bed that evening, Sarah opened up to me about her childhood. Her mother ruled every aspect of her life...
"Did you see her cock?" Simon said in the car going home. "My god!" "Yes I did sweetie," Gina said. "Most impressive!" "All that cum..." Simon said in a far off voice. "Did you like that?" Gina asked. She knew the answer. "Did I like it? Of course I liked it!" Simon said absently checking his lips for any residue from the massive tidal wave of cum th...
AUTHORS NOTE: It's not necessary, but would enhance the experience if you read my previous story about Allison: THE ORAL BANK TELLER, which takes place the night before. Both of these stories are essentially true stories, with a little linguistic embellishment. Enjoy! ------------The Dodger * * * * * After that first magnificent blowjob in the church park...