Ethan had been waiting for what seemed like months to finally get some time with her. Even though it had only been two weeks, his thoughts were consumed by what he would do to Indy when he finally got her alone. Today was finally his chance- her roommate was going away for the weekend and she was available and very excited. Throughout the day, all Indy cou...
A couple hours later Britt woke up. She looked at the clock, and it was just after eight in the morning. She tried to get out of bed quietly, but she hit her foot on the chair that was next to the bed still, and she wasn't quiet about it. Quinn woke up somewhat startled, and she assured him she was okay. He saw her getting her shoes on and asked, "Are you le...
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She had slipped the dress over her head and pulled the tight fitting material down over her body noticing once it was in place how short it was. Turning to look in the mirror, a small gasp escaped her lips as she saw the hemline just barely cover the cheeks of her ass. She turned back to face the mirror and smiled seeing the neck line cut extremely low revea...
Susan checked her watch, 4:30 pm – only 20 minutes since she last checked the time; it was dragging so slowly. There was no way she was going to be able to leave before 5:30, it just wasn’t done these days, not even on a Friday. And it wasn’t as though she didn’t have a mountain of work to do … she just had no interest in doing it. No, her thoughts were else...
Alright, I can finally admit it to myself. I am a Muslim. I used to be one of those people who felt a strong dislike of Muslims, until I fell in love with one. It's funny how these things happen, huh? My name is Solomon Kingsley Henderson, although many of my friends have taken to calling me "King Suleiman" in recent times. It's my Muslim name, though it's n...
Sitting at the kitchen table, a gun beside him, George looked again at the picture of the girl who he was going to kill. It, he decided had gone on far too long, he knew it was no good, knew he didn’t have the same feelings about her now as he did when she had first come into his life. She was ruining his life, he so much wanted to be free of her, free of...
The Sequel After I wrote "Name That Dick" (published in the "Loving Wives" section August 29, 2012) a couple of years ago, I couldn't get that slut Jill out of my mind. Shortly after writing it I really wished I hadn't because it opened up a whole can of worms. Instead of weekly, I now thought about her hourly. I realized that every woman I was with after J...
She laid there, thighs parted, cum flowing from her angry red opening, her left hand on her stomach and her right flung above her head. She was breathing heavily from her lips that were smudged with scarlet lipstick. Her eyes fluttered open and a grin came across the lips as she whispered thank you. How did she get here? Allow me to tell you. She is my slut...
Chapter 10 New Clients, New Determination I got up late and didn't make it to the office until just before noon. Rachael was waiting for me with a stack of phone messages and a sweet smile. "Good morning sir. Would you like some coffee?" She was chipper as always and given how tired I was I found it just a touch annoying. "Coffee would be good. Bring my...