(To the reader: This continuation of the story is told in the same style as the original installment. It was necessary in order to maintain the story line itself. PRECAUTIONARY DISCLOSURE: all characters in the following story are above the age of 18.) * The next morning I'm downstairs... in the big conference room... where the company has provided a spr...
My name is Helga and I live in a big old house in Texarkana. I've been a widow for a number of years now, but maybe one of these days I'll find a new man. After all, I'm only 45, blond, busty and still very attractive. Working out regularly has kept me fit as a fiddle. Men still give me the eye, as I have a pretty face in addition to my voluptuous figure. T...
It was a great day for Matt. He had nailed his presentation at work, gotten out of the office early, and found a great deal on gas, to boot. The spring in his step followed him all the way from the office, to the gas station, and was clearly there when he pulled into his driveway and into the garage. The second he walked into his house, all those great feeli...
It was late in the afternoon and it was hot. On a day like this you want to be sitting somewhere in the shade, a cold drink in your hand and in the company of good friends. What you don't want to be doing is walking in the blistering heat home, having already walked three miles and knowing it's another 6 before you get home. And that's what Carly was doing h...
After seeing Becky with her two 'friends' I decided to buy a surveillance system. Thank God for warehouse club. When I went on line I found that not only could I set cameras in every room; I could do it wirelessly and on the cheap. I could even spring for an upgrade in resolution. They had the whole thing at the warehouse on my way home from work. I told L...
The days waiting for her Daddy to come home were so long for Baby Girl, especially the ones where she wasn't allowed to touch herself. Sometimes, if she was really good the night before, Daddy turned on the webcam and gave Baby instructions throughout the day. He'd watch her finger herself and tell her exactly how to make herself cum. Other times he'd leave...
Reagan lay in bed, holding her phone up in front of her face, panting hard as she fingered herself. God, she was so turned on and it was only getting worse, and she knew why. She knew it was because she had exposed herself to whatever Tara had been exposed to. And she knew that was true because anytime she thought about licking that cum from Tara's glasses...
Just a little flash story for the Summer Lovin' event. After proofreading it became apparent that the clichés had hijacked the story. This is my fiftieth story. Some seem to be popular, and then there are the others. Regardless of the outcome, I've enjoyed attempting to entertain. To my supporters, a big Thank You. Please read my profile for my stance on c...
'I know you'll be landing soon. I won't be there. Find a Tapp Car and take it to 987 Hastings. When you get there, text me.' What the hell? He promised he'd meet me. Typical he'd switch up the plans. Jackass, I thought. I knew this would fucking happen. I debated my next move; should I just get a hotel and spend a weekend in Vancouver and do fun things? C...
Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years or older. The Stage Load creaking noises were heard along the narrow staircase as a voluptuous woman carefully made her way up the wooden steps. Though the cool florescent light only cast a dim glow upon the surroundings, the bright blond hair that fell down to the shoulders of the...