**** The following story is fiction. However I am really a Bull and Jody is a cheating wife that exists. I dedicate this story to her. The story starts out slow, so those of you looking for the hot parts may want to skip down several paragraphs. **** When I met Jody she was as hot as the sun and exuded sex without even trying. Her athletic long legs went on...
I know I am a dirty old man, but I don’t give a shit. I can afford it and nobody gets hurt. Hell, most of the women liked the money and some of them actually enjoyed the rest of it. Like the last time. I advertised for a live-in housekeeper/nurse/companion. I must have interviewed at least 10 women before I settled on Rochelle. She was (or at least so she s...
On my webcam I watched Bethany scratching the lotto ticket with the penny she found in the parking lot. She squinted to read the year. How ironic. 2001, Canada – 1 Cent. The Maple Leaf waving at her. The copper so shiny and new. Untarnished. Leaning back on the sofa she strokes her clit and feels the moisture leak from her pussy down to the rosebud of her...
My office is on the fifth floor of one of those pale impersonal behemoths that now dominate the London skyline. It's a comfortable, functional room that has about as much soul as a three-day old corpse. So I arrive late, leave early and enjoy a long lunch. So there I was on a nondescript, overcast, Wednesday morning. Stood watching the clock and waiting fo...
In many ways a cop is like a psychologist or bartender. All of us are often called upon to give advice from time to time. More often than not, the cop talks about crime prevention, how to talk to your kids about drugs and what to look for to see if your kids are doing drugs. In my long career as a cop in New Jersey, I gave such advice many times. It just cam...
IX City of Flames -- 3 [Author's Note: Month long break is over, I'm back. Expect to see updates every couple of days or so unless I get swamped with paying work. 'sorry' for the lack of smut in this installment, but we'll get back to the fun bits at the end of Volume 2. Don't you worry Sarah tried to wrench herself free from the tall paladin's iron grip...
It's a warm summer afternoon and we watch the kids playing in the back yard. They are toddlers and preschoolers, the oldest being 6. My sister-in-law Lori and her husband Dave are visiting for the weekend. My mind is filled with lewd thoughts of what might happen tonight. We get some ice cream for the kids, and I grab a fudgesicle out of the freezer. I flirt...
My name is Stephen Paul Bastille. I'm a big and tall Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I recently moved there from my beloved City of Brockton, in the state of Massachusetts. These days, I major in Criminal Justice at Carleton University. And I'm a man with a secret. Okay, I'm a man with many secrets. I have issu...
The click click click of the rain on the metal awning awakens her. She has been alone, waiting for him to show up. So many things are running through her mind as she paces the room waiting for some sign that he has made the long trip successfully. She can't decide which is stronger. The beating of her heart, or the tingling in her groin. She has wanted this...
The seven fifteen to The Hague moved into motion slowly. Peter stared out the window, watching the chaotically moving crowd. Even during summer holidays the platforms at Utrecht Central were packed. He saw a man with a suitcase, visibly swearing as the train slid past him. 'Tough luck, you missed it,' Peter thought. His laptop popped up the spreadsheet h...