I was desperate. The rent was past due and in my mailbox was a seven-day notice, pay or you will be set out on the street. It was just an old mobile home in a cheap trailer park, but it was all I could afford for my two kids and me. My deadbeat husband was no where to be found and child support non-existent. My job at the department store just barely meet my...
I am sitting here, naked, a notebook on my lap, his cum still leaking from my cunt. Cunt. God, I hate that word. But that is how he referred to hit, and so will I. He is -- was -- my first paying customer. I have just turned my first trick, joining a sisterhood of countless others who have worked in the world's oldest profession. I never intended to be a w...
God did not bless me with looks, personality, features or riches which are all the pre-requisites for wooing women. But what he gave me as compensation were innumerable chances for satisfying my lust. I have had quite a few casual encounters of sexual intercourse with women. All women in my stories are above 26 yrs of age, quite beautiful with well-endowed f...
Gina Rockridge sat in the old, rusted, nearly collapsing folding chair, next to the equally disheveled folding table in the middle of her kitchen. Her face was buried in her hands as her tears flowed from her eyes, down her reddened cheeks crashing onto the ugly, cracked, black and white tiles that checkered the floor. She was at her wits end. It was the...
CHAPTER NINE I attended the first auction. It was interesting looking around the room; I recognised some of the bidders and acknowledged them with a nod. I also recognised new faces. It was quite easy to tell who was new in the business. They had that eager look, constantly consulting the list of properties and when the bidding started flourishing their bid...
Her mother's words rang in Netti's ears as she walked through the field to her neighbor's house. She felt like she was intruding, but her mother had insisted that their landlord would want to get to know her since she came home from college disenchanted. Her mother insisted that she look entrancing, so she was almost shivering in her lacy crop top, the off-...
Chapter 3 A Backward Glance Toronto 2010 "What do you mean you're going to quit your job?" Andrea snapped. "How will you support us? You can't afford to quit." "Andrea, I genuinely dislike my job. I'm going back to Hunter and do some feature writing. I'll still have a job," he said, wearying of her constant money talk. "Does it pay as well as College Pu...
I own and operate a 65-space mobile home facility; read that as trailer park. It isn't one of those high- falutin parks with all kinds of amenities but just an ordinary place catering to the average hubby and wife and their couple of kids. My own apartment is off site and a few miles away but I drive through the park almost every day to see that everything i...
Eliza's lips drifted slowly down over the hardening cock in her hands. She easily felt it slide to the back of her mouth. Any lack of solidity was banished as her tongue expertly circled the swollen head. She drew her lips back up it holding the ridge of the bulging head firmly she sucked on the tip eliciting a groan of pleasure from the recipient. Slightly...
In recent week's I've read how the economy is getting better, how jobs are becoming more plentiful and how overall things are turning around. Sometimes what you read in the newspaper or see on television just doesn't ring true closer to home. Having been out of college two years, my psychology degree hasn't been put to good use, unless good use is being a...