The conveyor belt stopped, and the break in the steady stream of peaches headed toward them allowed the women a chance to straighten up from their hunched positions. Some even took the opportunity to put down the sturdy paring knives they used to skin and prepare the passing fruit, stretching their backs with juice-stained hands placed at the bases of spine...
I have been on this damned ship for twelve days now. What started out feeling like salvation now feels more like a floating coffin. We all feel it. It is freezing, and the ship's steam, rather than keeping us warm, makes us damp and uncomfortable. Typhus fever is rampant; seventy-four passengers have died of the original 250. My own husband, Aoghan, is among...
You may recall my previous adventures with Gabby the French hitchhiker that I picked up just out of Las Vegas and how we sucked and fucked as we traveled to San Francisco via Los Angeles. You will also recall that I had agreed to give Gabby's sister Louise a lift to Los Angeles. Gabby's sister Louise was a doctor who had just been appointed to a hospital in...
I am married to the biggest, sweetest, huggy bear of a man. He is a great provider and probably the best father a family could have. He has given me two wonderful children, 19 year old Matt and Betsy 18, both away at college and a beautiful home in an upscale suburban neighborhood. Ted has given me everything I could have wanted to live the American dream bu...
Dan, having lost a bet to his wife Kendra, faces his next labors. It is not giving away too much to say, that for the most part, he does not find his labors onerous. Thanks to LarryInSeattle for his editing assistance. I hope you enjoy. Constructive criticism, while at times painful, is welcomed. ====== I wake to the sound of dishes clinking in the kit...
Watching Annie walk a few paces in front of him made his cock twitch. The delicious swell and sway of her hips excited him. She had flirted with him during virtually every meeting break. She'd sent all the signs that said she was interested. She had brushed up against him, touched him, batted her eyelashes and flipped her short blond tresses. He was positive...
Sir Warren of Bainsbridge dismounted his horse and rapped on the door of the tiny house. Gareth opened the door and, seeing his feudal landlord, bowed his head and took a step back. "Milord," he said as he pulled his tunic back on. "Forgive me. I was not expecting you." "Relax, Gareth," said Sir Warren. "This is your home. May I come in?" "Of course, Milo...
He woke up slowly, coming out of the depths of a deep sleep. Heavy... He felt heavy. Weighed down. He shifted in the bed and the weight shifted with him. So heavy... He stretched his limbs and noticed nothing out of place. As he moved his arms he started to shift his hips. Heavy...down there... His arm brushed something unexpected and he stopped. Crack...
It's been a while since last I wrote. Now I'm retired from my regular labors in the world of business and depend full time on my Handyman business. Although there have been very few opportunities like the one that occurred with Pam (the occasion of my first writing) I've had some chances to be alone with some really foxy ladies while I earth quake proofed th...
Conclusion "Violet," she thought. "I can't exactly call this bathwater, so I'll call it Violet. Lavender is too obvious, purple's too dull. It's so warm. It's like tea. Gosh! What am I thinking?! I can't believe this is happening! It's right out of a tabloid!" Betty lay in the warm Violet for three days. Violet flowed through her body; it filled her lungs...