My name is Michelle. When I was 22, I humiliated myself totally. I'm 23 now, and still living the effects of that humiliation every day. The date was November 18, 2011. It was a Friday night, and I was alone in the apartment. At the time I lived at ********** ***** in ***** ****, MD. The time was just after 11 PM and I was on my bed, in my sexiest nightie,...
Pam Halpert sat at her desk at Dunder Mifflin and tried to get comfortable. She was 8 months pregnant and the blue fabric of her plaid maternity dress struggled to cover her swollen belly. She shifted again and attempted to distract herself from her discomfort with more work. She absentmindedly played with a curl of brown hair as she skimmed the document in...
Author's Note: This story is dedicated to my friend, muse, and co-conspirator, Just Plain Bob. Without the inspiration of his "Becoming A Slut Wife" series... well, you get the idea. You guys might want to hold your applause 'til the end on this one. Otherwise, you might get the wrong idea.... *** Puppy-dog eyes. Yeah, that's it; puppy-dog eyes. That was...
* Warning, this story contains extreme elements and some mild incest-themes. If this is not your cup of tea, I suggest finding a different story to read. My first story so any comments, feedback, criticism, ideas or blind hatred is welcomed.* * Eric car was in the driveway when Lisa arrived at her mother's place. It was no surprise, but it was still hard...
Thick clouds of dust billowed behind the sleek black sedan as it sped along the small dirt road. Overhead, a single lazy cloud cast a huge shadow across the rolling green pastures on either side of the road. A huge line of wheeled metal structures sprayed crops with sinuous streams of water as a single green tractor pulled it further down the field. "You kn...
Why did he invite her over to his place? What on Earth had come over him? Christ, Max was doped up in the back seat of his car, his house was a mess, and he barely knew the girl. He probably freaked her the hell out by even asking, and Jackson cursed himself as he looked back into the rearview mirror at her old Toyota following behind him. There was a stra...
This is not a nice story. There are two ways it can be told. The short way, and the slightly longer way. A hand over a mouth, a dark place underground, wide eyes, naked skin, sex, begging, spanking, kicking, shouting, sweat, even -- yes -- blood. There: the short way. If you want to come quickly, scroll down a while and start there. After all, for all...
He had been waiting in his office for some time now. Getting up occasionally to pace to the window, only to return to his desk, flick his pen around his fingers and stare at the phone. Thoughts of her had been infecting his mind ever since she started work there a few weeks ago. At least in his office he was consumed by thoughts of her in private. Meetings...
Chapter Seven: Tiger burning bright We dried off and gathered our clothes in a euphoric cloud. I kept sneaking peeks at Keven and I caught him eying me with a goofy grin on more than one occasion. Brazenly, I walked back to the house with my clothes in hand and a towel across my shoulders. Keven was a gentleman and walked beside me, rather than behind me....
What she wanted wasn't me. Not at first. Our introduction at the clear blue hotel pool was remarkable enough. I just didn't do myself any justice when I tripped over the pool chair she was reclining in. "Oh, god," I stuttered, dropping my cellular and immediately shamed that I was more grateful it hadn't plunked into the pool instead of concerned with the st...