Rick popped a tin of tuna, slathered mayo on white and heaped potato chips on a paper plate. Tucking a Wall Street Journal under his shoulder, he carried his sandwich and diet soda to the sofa. He ate in front of the TV, checking cable news for updates on his stocks. Sometimes, he would fall asleep during prime time but tonight Rick was anxious. Tax seaso...
This story was written with my special friend Kevsta. Susie: I hesitated, unsure; what if someone saw? Could I possibly go ahead with my plan, I wondered. When I had been reading the story on the internet it had seemed such a deliciously naughty idea to act it out, but now, as I was about to start, was it really wise? I ran over the story in my head. It se...
I feel sorry for people who don't drink. When they wake up in the morning, that's as good as they're going to feel all day. - Frank Sinatra - Full sun through the window, that feeling you just know it must be 11 A.M and it seems like death would be a better feeling than this? You likely know how I feel. Half the day gone and all I want to do is lay prone wi...
Kerwin looked at me desperately. As I stroked his tiny wee-wee, Kerwin's legs trembled and I knew he was close to orgasm, and so I pulled my hands away and slapped his stomach lightly with an annoyed little feminine hand. I waited a moment or two, and then resumed my penis play. I was sitting on the sofa in our living room, snug in my powder blue low cut sw...
LETTER TO A FORMER BOYFRIEND TO TELL HIM ABOUT GETTING MARRIED Dear Norm, Since you are the first man I went on a date with and we have stayed in touch despite living far apart, I wanted to write to you and let you know about a next step I am taking. I have met a man who has asked me to be his wife and I have accepted. I have picked out a beautiful satin a...
God she loved being walked on the leash. He guided her into the room, and took a seat in a dark leather recliner. she knelt beside him, instinctively lowering her yes from the gaze of the several masters gathered. she looked instead to the other slaves, never catching their questioning eyes, but scanning them each over once, taking in their clean, soft, unma...
A relationship somewhat abnormal... We are in the library... She's reading, and I'm pretending to do the same... Her boobs are leaning on the table - what the heck?!? This girl is not supposed to spend her time here! She should be spending her time in a bar, or something!... Yes, I know! I'm dirty minded!... She's blond, with long hair, just fit to bru...
This is a true story that happened when my wife and I were still dating. In order to protect our anonymity, I will call her Jane. It was a Saturday night and we had the house to ourselves. Jane and I were watching television. The move "Great Balls of Fire" was on. It was that movie made about the life of Jerry Lee Lewis. Now before we get any further, let...
"Stupid Ian." Sara muttered as she scrubbed the life out of the toilet seat. Her back ached and it screamed for revenge. Just two days ago, Ian had told her he liked her. Just this morning, he had told her he missed her. And right now, at this very moment, as Sara wielded a menacing scrubber in her hand and smelled like tooti-frutti ice cream X manure, she f...
A FOOTRUB "Our generation don't have anything to look forward to." Kim sighed, her shoulders slumped forward, blonde head tilted, gazing at the floor. We'd drunk how many beers that night. She'd bought Kilkenneys and I'd exclaimed 'You wonderful woman' and gave her a kiss on the cheek and she had laughed. Now the mood was sombre, the night long, the TV a...