The hotel phone rang at 6:30, waking Wes up. The girl in his arms answered. “Hi Mom,” she said. “Mmmm, thank you. I’m excited, too. I think I’ll have a chance if I get through today… Yes I sound sleepy, it’s an hour earlier here… It’s called jet lag, leave me alone… I’ll call after I get back to the hotel. Love you. Give Dad a kiss. Bye bye.” Wes held Sy...
Darlene sighed as she worked her way through traffic. Her job as a credit specialist with a local manufacturing company could be very trying. After more than 25 years with the same company, she had worked in about a dozen different office positions and at fifty-four, she didn't get a lot of satisfaction with her work anymore. For that matter, she didn't get...
Furious! Wonder Woman was jet lagged, battered, groggy and sore from her Guatemalan fiasco, but mainly she was––furious! Outraged! About to ease her abused body into a soothing hot jacuzzi, she had turned on the TV, idly, and saw––herself! Or rather, an obscene parody of herself: a busty brunette in a abbreviated version of her patented costume, kung fu figh...
Forward As some of you have likely realized, I have a pet peeve. Women that disrespect their husbands by interacting with other men, in ways that would not pass, "The Hubby Sniff Test," usually irritate the hell out of me. I say usually, so as to allow for the times when she is innocent or when the husband does overreact. Fortunately, for me, I've never ha...
Please stop and read Chapters 1 and 2 before this one. There is a very important message for readers before Chapter 1. Chapter 3 I have messages for you from Lydia. Pam stood and said she needed to get busy. "I'm going to bake a cake for your birthday. What's your favorite kind?" "I like them all but my favorite is carrot cake." "Let me see if we have t...
Disclaimer. This is set in England, with English dialogue so if 'F words' offend you, don't read it. None of the Characters or corporations are based on real people, or corporations, any similarities are unintentional. * It was just a blue door beside a book shop, anonymous, blue, drab, I knocked and an ageing concierge greeted me, "Yes?" she asked as she...
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Ted and Margaret please write again. Story synopsis. . A young very happily married mother is travelling up to Scotland on Xmas Eve to spend the holiday with her husband and child at her husband's parent's home. Her husband has the whole of the lead up week off work but she can only get away at midday on Xmas eve. Because his folks tend to see very littl...
Maryse smiled widely as she looks at the picture on her phone of a big fat disgusting ass. The massive cheeks were being spread, presenting a perfect view of the fat ass bitch's ass hole which was gaping obscenely wide. After a few minutes of just staring at that beautiful sight Maryse sent the pic to Melina along with the words, you weren't my first bitch....
Now that I had a home and a family I hated being away from them but my job took me to remote places in the world and I had no choice. Usually I was away for only a few days but sometimes for a week or more. The endless hanging about in airport lounges was misery and I loathed foreign hotels. I missed home cooking and it was only when I turned into the home r...