"It can never happen again," she had said. The words rang in his head like a bell continuously as Tim Wallace went to work every day. In a lot of ways his job at the Seattle marketing agency, Branson Tanner, hadn't changed much over the past several weeks. He continued to fulfill his role as an Art Director, he continued to prank fellow co-workers, and he re...
This is the story of how I met my wife. Thomas Jefferson High... That's where I went to school. We were a little over halfway through our junior year when my wife and I first met. That's when fate first fell into my lap. Oh that fickle finger of fate. I suppose most guys owe the meeting of their wives to fate. It certainly played a role in mine. Yeah, a Kin...
I never really knew the dynamics of the marriage between Jeannie and her husband. They had been married about 10 years when Jeannie and I had first met(fucked). Based upon the guy's op-ed pieces in the newspaper, he was a boring insufferable sanctimonious little shit. I witnessed his behavior towards Jeannie at a couple of parties and he treated her, despite...
This story is entirely fiction and does not represent any persons living or dead. * * * * * Jeannie looked around the apartment. She was alone on her first day in the major's (Tony's) house. He had gone back to work at NASA. No one knew anything about her, or at least the truth about her origins, except for major Healy - Tony's best friend. Being a genie h...
Ch. 01: Night Picnic The train journey was long, 500 miles. It had been difficult, with delays and problems, and Jeannie was so tired as she arrived at journey's end. She wearily managed her suitcase off the train, and stood on the platform and looked around. The few people who had shared the small train with her to this remote place in the north of Scotlan...
They were in a cosy tangle of limbs in the rumpled bed next morning when the phone rang. Jeannie fumbled for the handset, juggling it as she almost dropped it, but finally got it to her ear. "Hello? ... Oh, hi, Helen. Is my Dad still alive? ... you're sure? ... yeah, she's here. Hang on a sec." Jeannie passed the phone to Kirsty. "It's your mom." "Hi, Mom....
We had been on vacation for a few days and I was feeling very mellow. The days had begun moving slower and today was a beautiful one, warm, with very few clouds in the sky. At four in the afternoon, Jeannie and I went down to the beach, laid out the beach towels, set up the umbrella and beach chairs, and I settled in to enjoy a trashy novel for the next coup...
Lenny leaned his head back against the headboard as he watched Jeannie skillfully squeezing his cock between her large full breasts. She held her breasts tightly together and slowly massaged his cock with her soft flesh. She smiled up at him then lowered her head far enough to lick the head of his cock then cradled it back between her boobs and gently mass...
Jeannie laughed as she starred at Lenny. She continued to giggle as she held the black dildo between her legs. Lenny was stroking his cock as he watched Jeannie insert the rubber phallus between her pussy lips. She was extremely wet and worked the cock deeper into her pussy until she was stuffed. She lay her head back on the pillow and arched her legs open...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned. *.*.* He was used to the constant bullying. That didn't make it hurt any less. It just made it an expected torment. Curtis Brown was short, only f...