**This is a work of fiction and all characters are 18 years of age or older. I apologise ahead of time for some of the terms used in this story. If they offend you I am sorry but I wrote this for someone specific and she wanted those terms. And I would like to thank LegMann for editing this story :) thanks bub.** **By Crompth** ***** I was walking through...
A series of one (or sometimes two) night stands. Fun and fucking with random women over the years. Jody and I were both Senior Consultants with the company we worked for. We had started together the same entry training class, but had never worked together on any client assignments. Had been to several happy hours with her and knew her to be funny, liked bou...
Note- This is a work of pure fiction obviously. xxx "Now that is how to make an entrance." Gwyneth Paltrow and I flung open the door to the Niles City Hall Saloon and every head turned our way. We both strode onto the bar floor in a western parody of that scene in 'Romy and Michele's high school reunion.' We had arrived in Texas the day before, a Thursda...
[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. It is a fantasy and as such, the story may or may not conform entirely with reality. With historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual p...
Brooklyn I slammed the phone down, the muscles in my jaw working. I prided myself on being able to meet my clients wants and desires, no matter how outrageous, but Barrett Quillon was trying my patience. He was a pampered man-child, used to getting his way because nobody would tell him no. I shoved my chair back from the desk and stomped into the kitchen, p...
Amber, a neighbor who lived next to Victoria Church and Marty Rochester, was pretty sure B-97 had played "When I See You Smile" 19 times in the last two hours, but it was a popular song. She tried to smile through the cock in her mouth, looking up to a lover named Jason. Or was it Jimmy? She really wasn't sure. She'd met him at the IU Bookstore a few hours...
My mother and father were having another one of their knock-down, drag-out battles. The screaming and the sound of slamming furniture coming from their bedroom across the hall from mine was deafening. But not deafening enough. I had to put my hands over my ears to block it out. I was a freshman at the local college and was trying to study for a Chemistry 101...
Thank you to all of you voting on my story. I truly hope you're enjoying it's progression. Please, leave any comments and suggestions for their future. It's taking me longer to get chapters out now because I want this story to be well written and to be about more than just great sex. I'm always open to constructive criticism and opinions of how the story is...
(Author's Note: This is a 'what if' side story for The Perfect Pussy series. I never felt that I really had a chance to let Waylon talk about his feelings for Keni and think over what drove him over the edge. A lot of you have suggested that for his crimes he be locked up or sent to a mental hospital, maybe he will agree with you, but let him speak for himse...
(Recap: Part 1 begins in the summer of 1969. A young man working for a wheat harvesting crew meets the girl of his dreams. In Part 2, there seems to be a mutual attraction between the two young people—but is it destined to be only a passing flirtation?) * Kenny, Dave, and Jay lounged in their chairs next to the pool's snack bar drinking cokes, smoking, and...