Tuesday Morning... "Moaning Mrs. McKellen." Walking the halls before school on her way to meet her routine lover Coach Roman Crandell, Josie McKellen was on fire. She actually felt like a runway model in her borrowed tea green textured mini dress with spaghetti straps on her shoulders to hold up the thin material, buttons down the front. In the proper lig...
I had called the Willis Institute for Fertility on Wednesday and inquired about the institute's high turnout rate. I had been trying to become pregnant for 4 years without luck. My ex-husband left me over it. I had all but given hope until I saw an advertisement in the back of 'Cosmopolitan'. The ad read "100% success rate in becoming pregnant. Call us tod...
SO FAR: Bianca White is jilted by her fiancée in Melbourne just days from the altar. The advertising wiz returns to her New Zealand homeland in despair and starts up a consulting business to sort out problems for people. Her first client Marty Young seeks a potential wife with business experience. * Bianca White had arrived back in New Zealand revitalized,...
Maylee Lamb sat at her desk, staring blankly at her laptop screen. She'd been trying all afternoon to fix a final production file that was supposed to go to the printers tomorrow, and she was thoroughly exhausted. She wanted to just say "fuck it, good enough" and go home, but the young artist found her perfectionist streak to be a deadly foe. Now it was late...
"Why did I not find this place before now?" After searching on her cell while Piper Cherry drove through the city for possible dress stores she ran across a solicitation ad for a store called Stunner's located downtown with the catch phrase "Only the sexiest shop at Stunner's." Just reciting it to Piper they knew it had their names in mind. One braking U-tu...
This afternoon as I lay on the bed with her in the apartment on Ludlow Street I reflected on the perversity of my own desires. I don't know that you could say we were making love. Ms Puissage was lying, head on my belly, gently sucking my penis and I was absent-mindedly stroking her angular back, my thoughts drifting to my wife. I imagined Rachel kneeling by...
Thanks to jo for the wonderful editing and helpful suggestions. ******** I'm not a wimp. I may be a fool but I'm not a wimp. What happened to me shouldn't happen to my worst enemy. Right now I'm sitting with my head in my hands wondering just how in the hell I got to where I am. I have been royally fucked and to some it looks like I asked for it or at l...
Copyright PennameWombat April 2019 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual e...
The name is Herbert Carver. I'm a young black man living in New York. For a time, I attended Elmira College and graduated with a Bachelors degree in business. I thought I wanted to be part of the corporate world. It didn't work out. To pay off my student loans, I tried modeling. With my six-foot-two, 230-pound black athlete's body, I did alright. One day, I...
(click) "Beginning recording, October 26, 2013, City of Arkham, Massachusetts Police Headquarters, Interrogation Room Two. Persons present for this interview Sergeant Emma Saunders, Arkham P.D., Officer Leonard Manchester, Arkham P.D. and Ms. Henrietta Phillips. You have been read your Miranda Rights; is that correct Ms. Phillips?" "That is correct." "Bea...