"Last package Danny"! Virgil called, looking up from his new Big Brown issued tablet on the passenger side of the delivery truck with the gold shield on the side. "Yeah! That big box. Where does it go"? Looking back to his screen, Virg read: "1234 Crest Road, Del Mar, Ms. Wendy Cody, We need a signature." Laughing, Danny announced: "Big b*****r, you're ab...
David's Narrative. So we are on a shopping trip to the big apple. You've had a great day, bought a new pair of black thigh highs, with a 4" killer heel on. I buy you a gorgeous black leather halterneck mini dress, not to short but very, very sexy. Both purchases are in the softest leather you can imagine. We return to the hotel and get our key from the desk...
The Surrogate Host: It's All About Business Ring "This is Larry." "Larry, it's Shannon. Are you coming to my party?" "Pamela is in Washington. So, if I do, I'll be alone. Who's coming to help me get over my absent Congressional spouse?" "Maybe me. Really, my idiot husband decided he didn't want to help so he is heading off to Vegas. I am so pissed. Woul...
I failed to get the required grades in my exams to go to university; to say I was upset was an understatement. I knew I'd messed up in my final exam, I'd revised, I was ready, I knew my stuff. On the day though it wasn't there, I had a mental block and I knew I'd failed. This was what happened last time, but luckily it was only one exam this time round. Wh...
Author's Note: This story contains light BDSM elements. All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older. Enjoy! ---------- No one ever gets these things right. Yes, Mother Goose—that's me! What threw you off—the garters and stockings and black leather whip? Like I said, no one ever gets these things right. Father Goose says they've twisted all my st...
The author waives all liability for any technique described herein even more so than usual. Weak stomachs please bail out here. **************** Things had been going amazingly with Michelle. The one problem was we just seemed to keep bumping into my former neighbor and her former cocaine dealer Joe. Every time we ran into him on campus, which our class s...
The bottle shook in my hand, gripping the neck of the brown Cider bottle tight and the bottom of the bottle was broken, jagged and covered in blood. Did I regret what I did? Fuck no, I didn't. The bastard attacked her and he honestly expected me to stand back and allow it to happen? He was trying to rape her, and I would rather fucking die than let a wom...
Many kind thanks to the various people who gave us generous feedback for our first two stories. We appreciate you taking a moment to share and your encouragement has prompted our further efforts. This story is really a prequel to "Nothing more gratifying" and describes a week in our life that would eventually have a big impact on our marriage and our lovemak...
"The Jamming of Jessica" I have been selling insurance for many years, and like many sales jobs it is not much more than making tons of phone calls and lots of driving. You get to meet many people with a variety of lifestyles with many eccentricities. Sometimes you have to go with the flow when doing sales in the hopes of getting them to buy your product. I...
The hot Nevada sun blinded her as she stepped out on the street, fishing in her bag for her sunglasses. Suddenly a low rumbling, like a squadron of vintage fighter planes, began to grow louder. She turned to see a gang of motorcycles roaring down the highway toward her, two abreast. Each bike had two riders, a black leather-clad man in front and an equally...