The lives of rich and powerful people are never boring. Especially if you're the help. They don't notice you but you notice everything. Take my word for it, I've worked in this field for thirty years. Just your humble but wise and somewhat worldly janitor. My name is Alistair Belleview, and I'm a sixty-two-year-old Black male living in Washington D.C.. I've...
This is the first story I've ever written or submitted so your comments would be greatly appreciated. Feel free to e-mail me at the address in my profile. Thanks and enjoy. * My girlfriend and I had planned to go out that evening, but after the phone call, everything changed. It was Taylor, my girlfriends best friend. She had broken up with her boyfriend e...
The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes of sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted by ABC - TV. This story is intended for the non-commercial enjoyment of fans and should be considered a parody. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit will be made from the distribution of this story. ***** Jill Taylor...
This story is a continuation of my introduction to the swinging lifestyle. Reading Ch. 1 and 2 will help understand how I came to this point of the story. Special thanks to Literotica writer, Funlovingflirt1 , who helped me develop one of the scenes for this chapter. Pushing me out of my comfort zone. Check her stories out for a great read. *********** Su...
"I now pronounce you, husband and wife!" the portly, good-natured minister declared. Everyone cheered wildly and applauded as loudly as they could. Jacqueline, a recovering post-operative transsexual woman, reflected on the eighteen months that had passed since they all knew that there was love in the air in their support group, and how they had come to be...
When I returned to Los Angeles, I took the opportunity to rest. My tour with Taylor Swift had gone great but it had taken a lot out of me. I used the time off to also visit with some of my buddies, who I hadn't seen in three months. They asked a lot of questions about what my new job was and why I spent so much time on the road. I couldn't tell them the ac...
13.Reality Check, Please Okay, priorities. I spotted an apple charging cable on the kitchen bench and plugged in the phone. Took a second to message a cheery greeting to Taylor (I'm not dead), fired up Uber, cursed when I saw there was going to be both surge pricing and a fifteen minute delay, then decided to hit the shower. Luckily, Alexa was more Whole Fo...
This story is fictitious. The main characters and their prior experiences are inspired by those in "Saturday Night School" chapters 1 to 4 as written by jessica_tang_vonharper. ***** The Cedar Hill High School cheerleaders were all tall, between 5 feet 6 and 5 feet 9 inches; generally of slight build, but not skinny, with long limbs. They had small to med...
23. The Getting Of Wisdom Since I became sexually active, I have never, ever, declined sex. For the first two years, I didn't know it was possible. And since then, I've never wanted to. I know, me and every other guy on the planet, you'd think. But lacking that will is a lonely thing too. I'd isolated myself, avoided social engagements. Drunk in a bar is an...
Tim "the toolman" Taylor and his wife Jill had a normal married life. Jill was satisfied with Tim in spite of Tim spending more time with this tools rather than with Jill. Her three sons were growing up into strapping young men. Brad and Randy were already on their way to college and Mark, the youngest son, also not much behind his brothers. Jill noticed t...