The lovely, long-legged Jan Frobisher went and joined my wife, Tanya, and Paula Pain on the couch, as my sister-in-law, Vanya, continued to stroke her pussy leisurely while looking on with amusement at my masturbatory punishment. The punishment, of course, was that if I failed to control myself and came without Vanya's permission, I would have to drink the...
All it takes is a millisecond, a smile that doesn't look quite right. In that instant I knew they weren't going to give me the job. Body language doesn't lie. "Thank you for coming to the interview, we'll be in touch with all our candidates" Now the professional smile was back in place, but with that sinking feeling in my stomach I thought, "Fuck. What now...
Uhhh... ahhh... hahhh... fuck... fuck... fuck me more!" "Um! Um! Damn Chaz... never realized your wife is this good a fuck! "H-hon... are you alright?" "Ohhhh... " I work as a call center agent in a foreign-based company for five years now. Although the pay the good and the benefits are stable enough to raise a family of four, I guess at this point it i...
I woke up in the middle of the night with a dry throat. I needed to head downstairs to get a glass of water. I slowly got out of bed so I would not disturb Chelsea. Slowly, I crept out of the bedroom and around the concrete banister to the stairs. The stairs made some noise as I walked over top of them. Hopefully I wouldn't wake anybody in the house. I made...
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. Please note that the story is based in Australia and is written in Queen's English therefore my American audience will notice subtle differences in wording or phrases. This is the story of a family deeply involved in the world of boxing and how decisions can change the course of many lives. Copyright© 2009 by David...
Author's Note: This is an idea I have had for a great number of years. Not a lot of sex in this first installment, but there will be more to come. If you enjoy this story, please let me know so that I am encouraged to continue to write additional chapters. It is likely not perfect, I wrote it at around 3 AM once a week over a couple months... Constructive c...
Retired at Christmas Copyright Oggbashan November 2017 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. *****************************************...
Hello, there. My name is Jennifer Adolf. Just your average, everyday, six-foot-tall, lean and fit, blonde-haired and green-eyed Teutonic goddess. I'm a professional athlete living in the city of Boston. My parents really got pissed when I walked away from a scholarship to Northeastern University to become a professional boxer. I'd rather be a boxer than play...
Moscow, Russia. January 3rd, 1956. It was a cold Russian night, but the warmth of our bodies could have fed a thousand suns, as we barely crammed our two bodies into a single sleeping bag, staring up at the twinkling Moscow sky. The KGB, searching beneath us, we sat atop an empty business building. We were star-crossed lovers, fearing for our life from both...
Preface: Some Years ago...... "Okay I want........Allen." Nine year old Louise Wellington stood arms crossed and kicking the dirt as pudgy faced Timothy Cades high fived an equally pudgy faced Allen Lowell. Allen waddled over after being picked for kickball before her, again. Louise felt like crying but of course she wouldn't, had she done so she would los...