The name is Katelyn Roark. I'm a six-foot-one, busty and heavyset, deliciously big-bottomed Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I'm a district attorney with the Brockton City Prosecutor's Office. Just another straight-laced White female professional in a conservative business suit. That's me. All day, I'm prim and proper. When n...
I sit on the couch with my feet curled under me, watching a movie. Knock, knock, knock. I look towards the front door, a frown on my face; I'm not expecting anyone. I stand, pause the movie, smooth my shirt, tuck my hair behind my ears, and head to the door. In the little mirror right next to the door, I check my face to make sure I'm presentable. When I...
Magellan Mark woke up at his usual time, along with the sun, and extracted himself from between Rayven and Annabelle. Took care of his morning ablutions, then went up to his office to get his morning coffee and look through the daily reports. Once he sat down, Cricket notified him that during the night, one of the new sensor beacons detected life. It was t...
The fitness culture is probably as much a part of LA as paparazzi and rehab centers. They seem to work in tandem with one another. I wasn't a paparazzi and I certainly wasn't rehab, so the fitness side seemed to be for me. Chris and I had gotten memberships at Gold's Gym although he rarely used his (and somehow looked like he did). I liked the routines and t...
Saturday rolled around, as it always does, after a busy week of work and recovery. Katelyn had been fucked silly the previous Saturday night, after finally agreeing to her husband's twenty year quest to get her to have a threesome. Her initial threesome had turned into a six-man gangbang and every orifice in her body had been repeatedly fucked by all six men...
The man strolled to the diner, taking a seat at the bar. My co-workers chuckled and looked to me. This one was all mine. To them the tall Latino biker looked dirty, homeless. But I'd seen too much in my life to judge a book by its cover. "Hi, Welcome to Sunny Day's diner, have a menu." He looks up at me, his dark eyes staring through to my soul. "I think...
Gulp Gulp Gulp I finished my drink and stretched my arms across the couch I was parked on, surveying the party. My eyes stopped on a tall blonde with spiral curls falling down her back, it looked like she put too much time into her appearance. She wore a skimpy red dress, and pumps. She looked like she belonged in a club, not some sketchy house party....
My name is Katelyn but I usually go by Kitty. I'm in my late 30s now but when I was 18 and in my first year of college, I earned myself another nick name, Kit Kat. This is the 5th chapter of my memoirs from that time. Luckily, I recorded the details of the events in a diary which I use to keep when I was younger. I had to add some prose and dialogue of cours...
Amber ran back up the stairs with a handful of ice cubes wrapped in paper towels, told me to hold it against my lip, then hurried back down the stairs, saying she had a midnight snack cooking on the stove. When she came back five minutes later she had a plate of grilled cheese sandwiches in one hand and two glasses of a red table wine in the other. She sat o...
Katie couldn't believe what was happening. There she was cuffed and naked and being walked out of her school, while dozens of students lined the halls to catch a sight of her in the buff. Sandra walked along side her, also cuffed but fully clothed. Sandra, no stranger to being arrested, was actually having a good time given Katie's predicament. "I gotta say...