Leslie looked up at the clock. Almost 5, time for the end of the workday. She began rifling through her papers on her desk, shuffling them until they were neatly piled, and ready for the assault the next morning. I'm beat, she thought, and I do my best work first thing in the morning anyway. These can wait until then. She stood up, and took her styrofoam cup...
Leslie lifted her head groggily, blinking against the bright light in her eyes. She heard a man’s voice asking for help getting her out of the car, and into his hotel room. The door she had been leaning against opened, and two pairs of hands lifted her into a wheelchair. Clenching her eyes closed, Leslie held her head as she was pushed into an elevator and t...
I woke up the next morning and found myself alone. It was weird going to bed with two hot naked 18 year olds who had just swapped your cum, and wake up in a bed all by your lonesome. I started wondering if I had been dreaming. I left my bedroom and was happy to find the shower running and figured my guests from last night were partaking in some morning fun....
Chapter 7: She Teaches Him a Lesson Leslie's left hand delicately caressed her teenage boyfriend's hair. He was on his back and she, lying on her side, was tucked in as close as possible to his right. The fingers of her right hand and his left were entwined together, gently resting on his abs, rising and falling with each relaxed breath. His right arm embra...
The best part of walking your dog in this neighborhood is that you meet other people out doing the same thing. Almost everyone is friendly and we all stop to chat, but two stand out. Leslie is a tall, thin blonde with a crazy white boxer dog, and Karen has an enormous malamute. They stand out because they don’t just stand and chat--they flirt. In fact, I had...
Summarizing what's already occurred: It was Thursday morning. My soon to be ex-wife Leslie Campbell had only been back a handful of days. I thought, 'So far so good.' I hadn't seen hide nor hair of her. Thank goodness my mom and dad hadn't bothered me about her, and neither had my children. They all knew how I felt. Sure I still loved her, I guess; I supp...
I love panties and have been blessed with a beautiful girlfriend who is happy to indulge my fetish. Her name is Tracy, standing at 5' 9" with 34B breasts, a slim waist and a tight bubble butt, that looks beautiful when framed in some sexy lingerie. I love seeing my beautiful girlfriend emerge from the shower and watch as she picks from her extensive collec...
This is a story with a lot of truth to it from an old relationship... The day before they broke up, Danny had asked Leslie to hang out that night with him. She told him that she didn't really feel like doing anything. This is part of the reason they broke up. He loved Leslie. She was a beautiful girl. Straight brown shoulder length hair, pretty brown eyes,...
The sweltering heat bore down on the newly refurbished hypercobbles of Neo-Oxenhope, warming Lacey Hardcock's boots as she began her daily walk, the same as she always did. The year was 2355 AD, two hundred years after the Panda Cola mega-railway had been cyber-installed by order of the government, the Zavviour corporation. Due to public safety concerns, it...
[Not a stroke story, at all. This is a story about people thinking they could do what the wanted without a thought about the consequences of getting caught. Perhaps this can't happen where you live, in which case I ask, "Why live there?" As always comments and votes are encouraged.] Leslie slammed the door of her Camry and started crying. Through the te...