Reader: This is the first of two parts. However, they can be read independently. Spring has arrived at our house in California. All of a sudden there is a ton of activity to do outside. I won't complain though. In fact, I thoroughly enjoy yard work. After a winter of cold and rain coupled with the last five days of sitting at a desk and staring at a comput...
These are based on persons that I have had the disadvantage to have known. The stories are based on facts that are real, with a great deal of distorting the facts to make a better story. At least better in my opinion. If anyone thinks they recognize themselves in these stories, then I truly pity them. SHE WAS NOT A PRETTY WOMAN She was not a pretty woman,...
As a business consultant I'm traveling most months of the year and usually to a different city every week. The majority of my nights are spent in a hotel room which can get pretty boring. Lucky for me, I would be spending my week in Miami, working with a large networking company which had put me up in a really nice suite on the beach. I was looking forward t...
"ARGH!" Jessica yelled out as she walked into her apartment, her face livid with fury and frustration. "Why is our pastor so stubborn, Rich?....Rich?" Jessica looked around the apartment and smiled - in her frustration she hadn't noticed that there were rose petals strewn on the floor...a "bread-crumb" trail leading to the bathroom. Quickly, Jessica's frust...
"Hello," they said, as they went to their change rooms. It was always the same word and nothing more. Inside each change room were two lights, fluorescent tubes in wire cages which protected them from vandalism. They lit a room of cement with four shower cubicles, stainless steel toilets, sinks and a cement bench on the wall around the room to sit on. He wa...
"Oh no!" Emma yelled, as her bean bag sailed wide of the corn hole board. "Sorry, Jake, I'm terrible!" "No problem- we can still come back. What's the score?" Dylan was on Jake's end. "That's 11-0. Sorry man, you're done." "Ok, well, we want a rematch!" Just then Brian turned from the grill. It was a hot summer night and he was hosting a joint birthday p...
"Hey Jules, time to put it up." I hate to stop playing my flute. It's not a very manly instrument, but I am good at it, and I like being good at something. I've always been shitty at sports, and was usually picked last in sports. (When I was younger, I made a point of getting the kickball prior to recess so I could captain a team). I turned to Mike. "Mike,...
The rest of the evening and on into the early morning hours I had left with my sweet princess Kaye were spent in luxuriant lovemaking and soft cuddling. We talked at length, between sessions of simultaneous oral gratification, mutual masturbation and a very kinky bubble bath about her marriage, her children, and life in general. She confided to me th...
When I opened my eyes it was light outside and I was sandwiched between Angie and Shannon with her ass pressed against my morning wood, or twig as Angie calls it. I slowly brushed my hand up Shannon's body and cupped her puffy dark tit in my hand, fluttering kisses on her shoulder and back. She arched back and pressed her ass into me, teasing my prick as I p...
Disclaimers: This fiction of over-18 scuzbags contains unpleasantness and an instance of less-than-willing sex. Tags: noncon, revenge, intolerance, small town, satire, horror, mayhem, dwarf molestation, Randy, raw liver and mayonnaise. If you are easily offended, stop reading. No humans or other creatures were harmed to make this crud, which I hope none find...