Yeah, so maybe I'm not the most reliable person to tell this story. There was a time that I was. I used to be a good girl. I had perfect attendance from kindergarten through seventh grade, when I had to take a day off to go to an orthodontist. I was nice and polite and reliable and bookish and quiet, a real hit with parents: I was the one my folks would tro...
1. The glass door had a faux-bronze handle and the words "Has Bean's" stenciled on it in some non-specific ye-olde font. "Cute," thought Jennifer Sutcliff, nee Ludlow, as she paused in front of the suburban strip-mall coffee shop; "kind of moronic, but cute." She could feel her heartbeat in the back of her throat. "Oh heck, Jen, get a grip on yourself!" She...
- Thursday, Jan. 31 John Anderson sat at his desk and wondered what he was going to do about Amy. Amy was his wife of six years and lately she had been behaving very strangely toward him. It seemed that she had her mind on something and he couldn't figure out what it could be. For over a month now, ever since Christmas, she seemed to be lost in thought almo...
(These characters, company, places, things and events are all fictitious. Any similarities are pure coincidental. As in the finest restaurants, good food takes time to prepare, good stories take time to develop.) He started out just trying to be nice and in the end was faced with losing his career because of it. Being nice, acting so generous towards what h...
Hot. Make that hot and bored. For a fifth straight day the temperature hovered in the mid-90s. My room retained heat and gave no quarter even during the night. My parents, the two greenest people on earth, refused to have air conditioning in the house. They even frowned upon fans because of the extra electricity they used. "Dress coolly and let your min...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned. *.*.*.* "You're not my father; you can't tell me what to do," sixteen year old Gloria Esposito sneered at her daddy, Jared Broussard. Jared resist...
Jan Primm leaned against the kitchen counter in her small apartment in San Leandro, California. She sighed and then blew an errant strand of her light brown hair off to the side of her face. She couldn't use her hands because they were occupied holding a screaming Darren Jr., their youngest, who was going through the terrible twos even before he was two. Cou...
Chapter 1. At last, she allowed him to cum, letting his seed spurt into her mouth in almost painful spasms of ejaculation. Her tight grip at the base of his cock released, allowing the pent up seed to pass, so that it shot through his urethra at blast velocity. His hips bucked involuntarily, raising his narrow cheeks off the stone slab of the poolside pavi...
"Mr. Beckett? Do you have a minute, sir?" The minor league manager had been staring out the window for a good ten minutes, and his players had all noticed. So had the two assistant coaches. One of them mentioned it to the other and suggested they go see what was wrong. "Nope. Not goin' in there," his fellow assistant said. "He'll work it out." "I hope so....
All characters in this story are of legal age. ***** I was intent on spending the holiday alone with my PlayStation 4 and some fellow online shut-ins but my roommate Dillon was having none of it insisting that I tag along to dinner with him and girlfriend Amelia. I'd been dumped by my girlfriend Jessie. She'd delivered the coup de 'grace by telling me that...