Mart's mind had been in a quandary as he'd lugged his worldly goods back on the short journey to Ackerman Street; the main reason he'd left his old flat was to get away from Wendy, yet she seemed to have more of a hold on him than ever. He was thankful that he could at least determine when he saw her, and he would try not to, though he was finding sex with h...
"Got what you needed?" Spence Lucien said, smiling at his landlady Mahnoor Bhatti. Grinning, Mahnoor nodded, and stretched luxuriously on the bed, her lovely face aglow with pleasure. After the relentless pouding that Spence just gave her pussy, she felt like a new woman. Shoot, Mahnoor felt much younger than her fifty seven years, that's for damn sure. "Th...
Philip Santos was on a bus, on his way to Toronto, to go househunting before his final move there in the fall. He had made arrangements with his friend Steven to stay on his couch for a few nights, and during the days he'd look at apartments. It was a good plan, but when he texted Steven to ask when and where he wanted to meet, there was no reply. When the...
Cabot Ross had spent the last two days at his parents home. Family pulling together in trying times led to their placing his grandmother Edith into a nursing home. Unable to care for her properly, being very busy with their careers, they chose the easy way out. Cabot was not very happy about her new home feeling his folks just gave up on her. Taking the day...
The name's Tom Brody; living in this apartment for about a year, and a college student who prefers his own privacy rather than living in a dorm. It was quiet around here until the new landlady bought the building and we got to know each other better. Mrs.Tate, or Sandy as she prefers, was a widow and lonely. She had blonde hair and a pair of saggy tits; look...
Tom Brody's the name but you already know that. I came home one night after attending a ballgame with the fellas; going extra innings along with a twenty minute rain delay. The longest day spent and I couldn't wait to get home. Turns out when I got there I wasn't alone. I turned on the lights and noticed some clothes on the carpeted floor that were not my ow...
'The Club' itself was elaborately furnished for both antique style and comfort; clearly it was the major local playground for the very kinky and very rich. We had been advised that some but not all members belonged to the "10,000", and since we didn't know the passwords we shouldn't try to force any acquaintances. Most of the members cheerfully greeted us, e...
Guys, I've really fucked up again. I've started another thing I can't fucking finish. I finished this a couple weeks ago but I can't write shit. Some more life changing stuff happened to me right after I finished part two so I didn't have the time nor the mood to get on the third part and now I'm in a funk. Anyway, I'm really sorry I can't seem to count past...
Fatima Bhatti sat in her living room in her nice townhouse in the City of Nepean, Ontario, watching a soap opera. She'd been watching Days of Our Lives for decades and could never get tired of it. Still, on a day like today, her favorite soap did nothing to assuage her mood. She was feeling quite lonely. After raising two adult sons and a daughter, and adapt...
"Thoughts on the apartment Mr. Reese?" "First thought Mrs. Carpenter is for you to call me Gavin." "Alright Gavin. As a second thought you may call me Naomi. Miss no longer Mrs. What do you think of the apartment?" Gavin Reese looks around at the layout of the rooms in view. He had already toured each individual room of this second floor of three brownsto...