It was a Christmas to forget. That was what Daniella continued to tell herself as she sat on the cold metal bench outside the bus stop. Her hands were clutching her purse. It was something she did was when was nervous. It was cold outside but she was stubborn. She was not going to go inside and try to look inconspicuous. She had higher standards then that....
For those of you who haven't read it, this little tale is a "redux" of the ending of "The Black Velcro Choker" by Murphy621. And in this "redux", well let's just say the outcome is a bit different...) I changed the ending more than a wee bit in keeping with my sense of justice. )) We pick up where Mary is telling us about the divorce attorney her lover recom...
It was a warm Thursday night as my girlfriend and I strolled home from our friends house and we had been drinking, I felt quite tipsy. My girlfriend Madison looked so hot tonight. She was wearing a pair of heels and short plaid schoolgirl skirt that left little to the imagination. I was kind of glad we had left our friends house as one I had such a hard cock...
I thank Respieto who provided some wonderful comments and suggestions on an earlier draft. Also, I thank all my friends on the playground whose encouragement and friendship keep me writing and playing. This is a work of fiction and contains sexually explicit scenes. If the laws in your area prohibit you from reading this, please respect those laws. This work...
I watched Alicia get off the subway and almost didn't recognize her at first. I was expecting to see her in her professional clothing, but she had on dark jeans, brown boots that stopped just below the knee, and an orange top that was shaped like a triangle and hung off one shoulder. "Damn, girl. You look hot!" I whispered, as I hugged her and gave her a qu...
Billie added the last decoration from the package to the pine tree in her front yard with trepidation. "Damn, I should have bought more," she mumbled after glancing at the finished project. An empty spot near the top needed some ornaments. Grabbing a shiny red ball and a silver bell from where they hung at the back of the tree, she repositioned them to fi...
Author's Note: Big thank you to Secretsxywriter for editing and helping me to make this story better. *** For the first time in weeks, I woke up rested. It was like rising from a grave. When I moved, the dried-up sperm on my skin cracked and broke my relaxed mood. The previous night came crashing in. If only it had been a wet dream, but the stuff was all o...
I was dressed unusually that day, black flip flops with sparkles on them, no socks, no bra. I was wearing a pair of black lace g-string panties, and a strapless silvery tube top with a knee length flowing black skirt that would flutter when I walked, that had silver flowers embroidered at the hem and along the seam and waist line. It had been a long day at t...
Escort Confessions II: Street Hooker Blues After the previous week's unexpected surprise, Harold has wasted no time sending over new attire for the new fantasy experience. Racquel excitedly opens the boxes and lays everything out on her bed, her pussy already soaked in anticipation. The first hint of what Harold had in mind: knee-high boots in cheetah print...
Tapping out the last paragraph of another report from an endless reel, flooded me with a renewed sense of apathy. Though I knew without looking that there were only moments remaining in the day, I was not perplexed. The excited snatches of conversation wrung out the end of the day better than any alarm could possibly have. I rose from my desk and my vision r...