Hi. I'm Joe. I am a lying, cheating bastard. How do I know? My girlfriend told me so. I mean my ex-girlfriend told me so. I don't know how she gets off calling me a bastard. My parents were married. And cheating? Well, it's not cheating if you are not married is it? Lying? Well, that part is a little bit true. This is my story; when I am done telling it you...
This is a Earth Day contest story. Please vote. * Marriage on the rocks couple takes their friend's advice, a marriage counselor, to bond with nature on Earth Day in hopes of saving their relationship. "We just don't get along anymore," said Irene smiling a sad, little smile, while making eyes at the doctor, a longtime family friend that she's lusted over...
Irene is a 43-year-old woman, married with two kids. She's a quarter Cherokee, a quarter German, a quarter Filipina and a quarter Thai. She has long black hair, a big round ass and thick thighs, and she loves to dance. Now that her kids are a little older, she likes to go out on the weekends and dance with her girlfriends. Guys hit on her all the time but a...
Hindsight is such a very queer mistress. Of this I am reminded again and again in recounting the escapades of my youth and my dear friends in Westfordshire City. Time and again in those wonderful days, I feared a lovely era in my life was over, only to grow stronger and happier in the long term. Had I only known when the era truly was to come to a traumatic,...
Gang Bang Club – Preliminary It had been several months since the Erotic Exotic Ball. We had seen each other at work but had not really had a conversation beyond common office small talk. Perhaps people were reluctant to admit what had transpired that night or, while excited by their behavior, not quite sure how others were reacting. All of us had pushed ou...
I have to be honest with you. I've been having an affair for over four years. My husband, Irving, is aware of my affair and he's down with it even though he can't share it with me. It's my affair and mine alone but he encourages it. We've made a lot of money from it. No, it's not something illegal or blackmail. It's not like any affair you might imagine. It...
My children call my mother Sweetie. She never wanted to be called Grandma, Granny, Nana, or Nona to begin with. When the kids were babies, she always called them "sweetie" and somehow, starting with Kristen, the eldest, she responded in kind, calling her grandmother Sweetie. My other two daughters, Meghan and Tara, fell right into line. One afternoon, when...
All characters are over 18. "Ola, hello, welcome to club 18 -22, I am Miguel and I am your pimp for the week," the sun bronzed Spaniard announced as he walked into the girl's room. Sandra laughed drunkenly and said, "Oh right, Pimp eh, maybe your English isn't too brilliant?" "Pimp, he said Sand!" Irene replied equally drunkenly, "Because if he's our...
Note to the Reader: I always get grief when I post a story with no sex in it, so this is fair warning: There is no raw sex in this story. It's a sexually-oriented romance about the consequences of swinging. * * * * * I had not seen Aaron Lerner in five years. Six years, once I stopped to think about it. I was at the Home Depot at Milestone Center, looking...
1 The Iglesia de Santa Rosa was as old as the poverty that plagued its neighborhood, and it had space for only a small congregation. But every Friday night the benches were filled by the local faithful, often an hour or more before the eight p.m. service. Even on the warmest summer evenings mothers and husbands, their dirty and ragged children arranged betw...