Daniel tapped his fingers on the desk as his eyes skimmed the documents in front of him. Even though he tried to focus as best as he could, he could already feel his eyes drooping downwards, gaze slowly turning blurry. He shook his head, blinking a few times as a yawn escaped through his lips. Sighing in defeat, he closed the file and reclined on the seat, t...
Author's note: First, I would like to acknowledge and thank Wagoneer88 for his efforts in proofreading and editing this story. This is a continuation of a long story separated into several parts. For it to make sense you really should read the whole thing, in order. Lastly, if you haven't read the Author's note at the beginning of Part 1, PLEASE do so. T...
I look up and notice Paulette talking to Peggy and occasionally looking my way. I'm busy trying to beat my high score on Adventure Time so I miss most of what's going on out there. I do catch the phrases '... keep it simple ...' and '... use small words ...' which is par for the course when dealing with me. As Smash Mouth once said, I'm not the sharpest tool...
Author's note: First, I would like to acknowledge and thank Wagoneer88 for his efforts in proofreading and editing this story. This is a continuation of a long story separated into several parts. For it to make sense you really should read the whole thing, in order. Lastly, if you haven't read the Author's note at the beginning of Part 1, PLEASE do so. T...
Chapter 4: Amanda's Mom in Action "What's the knife for?" Brian asked. "I'm going to measure you," she said, matter-of-factly. He let her undress him. She got down on her knees, knife in hand. "How should I go about this? When a guy says he'd nine inches, where does the measurement start?" "Just don't stab me with that," Brian laughed. "It's a butter kn...
Pete pulled into his driveway and saw Peggy from next door sitting on his doorstep. He got out of the car and heard her crying. "Hey, Peg, what's up?" he asked. "John left me," she sobbed tears streaming down her face. "What? No way. Come on inside and tell me what happened." He lived alone but had always kept up good relations with all his neighbors esp...
What a way to start the new year. John, a 31-year-old photographer for Maximum Muscles Magazine, has gotten the worst assignment of his career. John's editor is sending the 5-7, 130 pound, brown-haired and brown-eyed photographer to San Francisco to do a photo essay on the first ever Gay Male Bodybuilding Contest. John can't believe his bad luck as he walks...
WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! (c) copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved * * * * * Since Peggy, my wife, gets off work about an hour later than I do, I usually kill the hour at the local watering hole on Friday afternoons....
It was 1987. I was in Indianapolis for business and in a bar next to my hotel. It was a week night and not very crowded. Even if it had been crowded, these two young chicks would have stood out. One was very tall and thin, maybe 6'1", with curly black hair and a huge rack. The other was much shorter, about 5'6", a little curvier with a similarly impressive c...
If you have not read Meeting Peggy you may want to read it before reading part 2. As part one ended Peggy was laying on our bed in the hotel room. My wife Angie had her face buried between Peggy’s legs and I was sucking on one of her nipples. Suddenly Peggy’s husband appeared on the bed beside me. He leaned over and kissed the nipple that I was not sucking...