Sisters, who smoke together, fuck together This is the first part of a multi-part story. The future segments will include a main timeline and an alternate timeline. This will give two possibilities on how this story could turn out. ***** The end of my boring mundane life started on a Friday night with a little bit of weed, as I guess most good stories. I...
Day Twenty: Exercise We did not have to wait long for Mrs Tiggywinkle to put in an appearance: she turned up next morning with Raymond for shaving inspection. She'd done something different to her hair: the spiky little stooks had been squared-off, and now stood up in a sort of stubbly, checkerboard crew-cut. Her face looked more than ever like a squashed h...
Having sex with a witch is better than having sex with a stripper, a call girl, your mother, or your mother-in-law. "My place?" He looked at her as if he was imagining what he thought he heard her say. "Yes," she said running a slow tongue across her lips. She gave him a sexy look that told him that he heard her correctly. Just to make sure that he didn'...
Clare was close to running out of money when she decided to try out being an escort. She's a 19-year-old freshman student at New York City's Julliard School, Music Division, studying the cello. Clare was blossoming into a strikingly beautiful woman with long brunette hair that she usually twirled into a tight bun when playing her cello, so it would not inter...
Courtney at Home Courtney Summers stood naked in her room admiring herself in the mirror. Looking back at her was an oval faced very young looking girl with large blue eyes, a small well shaped nose, and a wide smile with braces. Her 4 foot 10 frame and smoothly shaved pussy enhanced the illusion of youth but her slim waist, and modest breasts gave away her...
December 22, 2007 Ohmygawd! Yesterday was so, so incredible. When I got to work Friday morning, I could see Mr. Washington talking to Donny as I stood there nervously awaiting him in Clint's office. He seemed to be joking about something. It must be strange to know that you're on your way to fuck the wife of the guy you're talking to, but it doesn't seem t...
I look up to the sky as I leave my house at 5:45 AM Friday November the 18th and don't see any stars which tells me it is very cloudy. The cloud cover must be the reason there is no frost on my truck or the blanket that covered the windshield. I begin the sixty mile drive to the construction site where I'm a journeyman electrician. Lanie, my wife of six year...
Sleep was also the only place George could have any peace—with the help of several martinis. And even though Donna still appeared in his dreams, at least in this version, she was being faithful to him. She came to him in the darkness of his bedroom, silhouetted by light from somewhere down the hall, in total naked splendor. Slowly, she walked toward the bed...
Bodegraven, Amsterdam, Monday, 07 October, 2052 07:35 Marcus was confused. Should he try to get Agnes his robotic maid back from the fundamentalists or just let her die? After all she wasn't a real person, she was just a machine. Losing her shouldn't be more traumatic to him than losing a phone or calculator. But could he just let her be ripped apart just...
The day came when Doreen called me and told me she was having contractions. When I arrived home, she had her "ready" bag packed. We drove to the hospital. During her last month especially, we had talked about our strategy when the baby came. I never told anyone in my office about the pregnancy. Usually I was reserved around the office staff and professional...