Chapter 1 here. Same deal applies to this one as the last one. * 9. Stewart was not too pleased with the previous days' events. Yes, he had to admit, it seemed that Tammy and he would soon be parents. At what cost, though? She'd had sex with her boss and, despite her assurances that she didn't enjoy it very much, the noises she'd made and the satisfied l...
Tonya awoke Tuesday morning, both sad and excited. Today was her last deed, but David promised it would be special, so she couldn't help but be a bit excited. She climbed out of bed and got dressed in her usual school uniform, her tight blouse and skimpy little plaid skirt, purposely leaving the panties and bra in her top dresser drawer. She giggled wickedly...
"Shit, shit, shit. Don't go. I'm coming," Dawn screamed. She put on her glasses and grabbed the white cotton t-shirt that she had left at the end of her bed. She then took off down the stairs towards the front door. The pounding on the door had stopped thirty seconds earlier. Dawn was amazed at how fast she bounded down the stairs. She threw the door open a...
I hated Halloween with a passion. It was such an overdone holiday and every year the candies and decorations arrived on door shelves earlier and earlier. This year I was in the local Target at the end of August and there was the display of orange and black crap. It's ridiculous. What I hate the most, of course, is that what is supposed to be a fun evening f...
"Happy Valentine's Day." The roses dropped on my plate, and I looked up in surprise. "Do I know you?" I was at my favorite Chinese takeout restaurant for dinner. It was Valentine's Day, but I was alone and content. The man before me was white, twice my age, and dressed in a disheveled suit. "No," he said, dourly answering my question, "But I spent too much...
Another episode from Malik and Lauren's continued adventures. This one is heavy on the interracial with brief cuckold mentions. Please rate and leave feedback if you like it. Thanks for reading! ***** Lauren left the high end downtown department store and stepped gingerly into the sidewalk shuffle of business suits on lunch break and tourists gawking up at...
They say she was a slut. They say she was a whore. They say she was looking for attention. This is the story of a girl named Sharmell. Her name was Sharmell Brown. She was pretty. She was smart. She was vivacious. She was curvaceous. However, she thought there was something missing. She had a life worth living. But she wished for one thing that she lacked....
It had been difficult for my wife, Jess, to find a decent job. She'd been doing several part time low-level posts and the poor wages were barely paying her fuel costs. She saw an advert for a local firm in the next village, acting as an office assistant and on the spur of the moment, applied. She was excited to be asked to an interview and felt she'd done we...
I was working diligently at my cubicle after lunch. Somehow, I'd managed to get on with my day despite the fact that I'd fucked a total stranger earlier that morning who turned out to be my boss. I was so engrossed with work, in fact, I didn't even notice Valerie standing beside my desk. Valerie was Mr. Tindale's secretary, now Mr. Parisi's, and tended to lo...
I am—or at least I was—a good and simple man. I am a professor at a university in Virginia. My specialty is American literature. I love teaching and reading and watching movies with my fiancée. My life, otherwise, is, by most people's standards, very uneventful. The story I am about to tell you is true. It is the story of shameful physical passion. It is...