short work in progress loosely modeled on personal loss I was painting when I received word, or more precisely cleaning up painting debris. Hands filled with paper towels and soiled brushes, I trudged to the door. I was annoyed at the persistent knocking, certain it was a salesperson or college student conducting a survey. I'm glad I'm not home to be both...
Jeanne looked like a dream but was close to tears as she stood in the lot of a deserted service station waiting for an attendant. The scene appeared to be staged for a classic car magazine photo-shoot as she stood beside her restored MG roadster convertible. Her posture was perfect: erect, head high and level, shoulders square, breasts jutting alluringly, k...
I think I must be a nymphomaniac. I'm horny all the time. I lost my last job when they caught me fucking the young clerk in the mail room. He was tall and skinny, with pimples on his face and not very good look at, but he had a huge cock. He spent a lot of time walking by the table where I worked. He was always dropping stuff so he could kneel down and look...
My wrists are cuffed to Peytons'. My ankles are cuffed to hers. As Hudson circles around us, playing us with her sinful little whip, I feel my sweat mixing with Peyton's. I feel her quick, sharp breaths as she gets swatted, hard. Hudson's much easier on me. Maybe Peyton told her not to leave marks so my wife wouldn't suspect anything. I feel so close to Pey...
She hid in the tiny alcove off the living room, not meaning to hear her boss's yelling at each other them But she didn’t have any where to go without being seen. “I’m sick and tried of you. Some wife you are, you do not want to have sex any more, yet you wont let me have a lover on the side. Yet its ok for you too.” he yelled at his wife. “Well I do not l...
Hey Minxy, I got your letter the other day and you know it feels good to get actual letters. Pieces of paper that arrive in your mail box (well at my office the mail man drops it off on your desk, its fucking boss) but actual pieces of paper not emails, not IMs and not phone calls. Don't get me wrong there is nothing wrong with an email or an IM and I can't...
I sat at my desk and sighed. It had been a hard, stressful day, and as usual I felt as if nothing had been accomplished. There were still articles to edit, phone calls to make, emails to read, and all I really wanted to do was head home and go to bed. Actually, what I really wanted to do was go to bed with Steve, a 30-something handsome assistant hired to...
"God, this feels so good," I thought as I was standing behind the counter with his dick pressed against my ass. As he went to open the cash drawer I softly asked told him, "Do you press your hard dick against everyone or is this just for me?" He grinned and replied, "Only for a sexy girl like you." The person I am describing is my fucking hot boss. He's qui...
Nicole, that bitch of my ex had cheated on me with a huge brute whose name I had never caught. So I did the only sensible thing a guy would've done. I hunted him down and found that he had a girlfriend. And I told her about what they were doing behind our backs. Her first reaction was anger, then she fucked me sore in revenge (I can't truthfully say I fucked...
Chapter 3 Monday PM When Helen and Greg returned to the office some party food and bubbly had been laid on to say goodbye to Dave. It was as if nothing had happened and the day went on as usual with the slightly tipsy workforce a bit more vocal than usual. Dave was pleased with his send off and even more pleased with his promotion. His wife, Trudie, came...