Don't know what made me think of her, but I just got a smile on my face remembering Andrea. It was about 20 years ago, and that girl was a freak! What ever happened to her? I met her a while back, maybe a couple years out of college. She was a friendly girl, always liked to stop by and talk. We worked in the pits of the Chicago Mercantile Exchange back when...
I grew up in the shadow of a church college. The whole town was controlled by the church. They didn't sell alcohol in town ever, and they didn't even deliver the newspaper on Sunday. (I guess God doesn't like competition.) The whole place was like a 50's tv show -- and I was one of the characters as a kid. Wholesome, apple cheeked. I'm embarrassed now just...
Real Medical Attention "Okay, hon, let's get you cleaned up. I'm the real doctor, and I can have a supervisor here to watch us if that would make you more comfortable." "No, I think I'm okay. He didn't rape me, I'm just so..." Krista started to explain, realizing that her hand was laying on her nether lips, playing in the slick substance the mandroid left...
I got out of the shower Saturday morning, my cock hard as a rock in its cage. I loved how it bobbled on my crotch like a piece of jewelry. That was all my cock was now - a decoration. My asspussy was my real sex organ and I hoped it would get a hard workout today. I dried my cage and put my butt plug back into my freshly washed ass. It slipped in easily thi...
Sometimes forcing yourself out of the house a bit more is the best therapy you can get. I'd been in a creative slump and decided that the best cure was to finally getting out and seeing more theatre, something I had been promising myself for a while. A good writing friend of mine had a new production on in Manchester that evening, and I do like to support ma...
I woke in the dark, seized by the strange and familiar feeling of male power. It was going to be one of those days when I misbehaved. A day when the deep brain controlled me, for better or worse. In school, I had read about all the stages of consciousness, how what we thought we knew was illusory, a figment of overactive brain cells. The lesson, at a time w...
I become an escort again in my 50s. * "Was it really that long Christina?" "Yes I was just out of uni." "When was it?" "Er I was twenty five so it was nineteen ninety." "Jesus nearly thirty years ago. It's gone so quickly." "It seems to as you get older." "That's true I'm in my sixties now." "You don't look it," I said sipping my wine. "Neither do...
Disclaimer: 'Wankers neck' is neither an actual clinical diagnosis or Latin term. The described treatment is fictitious and should not be requested from a licensed practitioner. Unlicensed practitioners should also be approached with caution with such a request. Please enjoy this story in the spirit intended. The Neck Injury. ***** "Wankers Neck!" That...
Suggest you read the first two chapters to get the full experience of Kathryn, the perfect secretary. *** Getting to work early each day to enjoy the services and visual delights of my secretary had become a ritual by now. We got to work between 6:30 and 7:00 am each day, giving us an hour or more to begin our day exhausted from sex and orgasms. Kathryn co...
*** New writer any feedback would be good! Characters are all over 18 are entirely fictional. Hope you enjoy!! *** ***** Exactly why the events of that weekend happened the way they did is still something I'm quite unsure of... Even months later as I replay those hours over and over in my head, I still can't quite figure out a definitive cause. Yes, we wer...