Lisa opened the door silently. One of those annoying little bells that hang behind a door to announce a visitor's arrival jangled as she stepped into the small sparsely decorated room. A couple of modern art prints hung on the wall above the small simple desk, the only decorations to otherwise break up the monotony of the white walls. The desk had a small va...
I'm a bouncer at a lap dancing club in Reading. Well, I was, until management decided that because I was shagging one of its best dancers, I had to go. Something fucking stupid about "staff shall not fraternise with the dancers", or some similar crap. I mean, what's the point of being a bouncer at a lap dancing club if you're not allowed to test drive the go...
Night blanketed the old Southern plantation in silence. There was no sound or light as the mistress of the grand house made her way down the servant’s stairs in the back of the stone home. It was the middle of July and summer had hit Louisiana with a ferocity not remembered in previous years. She was already sweating and she wasn’t even outside yet. Sweating...
*************************** Author's notes This is not a happy story so if that is what you are looking for you should probably look elsewhere. This deals with the subject of infidelity, it describes the pitfalls and the attraction with equal attention and both in brutal detail. Involves the strain an affair can place on a family. I'm not writing this pr...
1. Charley, Jordan, Nicky and Hal drank in the middle of an empty room – so empty that it couldn't be called a room at all. It was more like a space. It was due to be a kitchen sometime in the next seven weeks (give or take). Until then, the space, and therefore, Charley and Hal, were trapped in the purgatory of a home remodel. The walls were stripped of...
As the sun shined high over summer time suburban L.A. I walked outside into the heat intending to relax by my pool. It's obscenely hot today but staying inside all day is not something I can do. So outside I go, in my shorts and flip-flops. My name is Robert Robertson. Very dull name right? They named me twice so I wouldn't forget it? My parents were not the...
"Shit. Where are they?" I stood swaying on the pathway, handbag in on hand, the other rummaging through it frantically. There I was: dressed to the nines, 3am on a Tuesday night, drunk on my mother's doorstep, unable to find my keys. Life can be such a bitch sometimes. Call it a cliché, but clichés are clichés because they're true. Life's a bitch, and never...
I get a lot of feedback from others about Mormon Chick experiences. Several stories are based on feedback for Mormon Chicks stories. This is the first time I had met someone in person that supplied the story line. After several email exchanges I sat in his SUV with Thomas for two hours and listened to him talk from his position as a black man fucking white m...
Katie ran a little bed and breakfast out in the cut of the Georgia country but close enough to the city not to be in the middle of nowhere. She was only 20 years young and had a good head on her shoulders, very mature for her age. After all, she did run her own business, and a very profitable one at that. She had customers come stay with her from all over th...
So, there I was, a rock hard 9 incher pounding away at my pussy... ~~~~~~ That may be getting a little ahead of the story. Hey all, my name is Tabitha. I'm a 20 year old sophomore at a small time college down in Georgia, majoring in massage therapy (which I'm quite good at, by the way). I suppose I should tell you a bit about my body, seeing as you'll be r...