Everyone in college knows the hot rich bitch whose dad bank rolls her four years of wild partying. That's Jordan, and I'm the sucker dating her roommate. There's nothing wrong with having money and a nice ass, especially for a blonde. Too bad Jordan is the biggest bitch to walk this planet since Yoko Ono. I could tolerate her half-caf no foam latte lifestyl...
Chapter One: Mike was downstairs on the Internet. He'd had a hard day at the office. His boss was on his tail again about not making enough big sales. His colleagues were gossiping about him, since he'd lost the big contract with Schmertzel's. When he got home he got a call from his brother who wanted to know when he was going come up with the $100.00 he lo...
Stacy had been working at the shop for three years, but sometimes it seemed she'd always been there. It was career number three, but she liked machining. Even more, she liked being one of the guys. It was the best of therapy to cut up and carry on, call each other every name in the book, and have it all be in good fun. Even so, the moment she left the parki...
Having enjoyed the charms of my wife, Judith, only to turn her willingly over to some vigorous swordsmanship by her own husband, Thad, in the back seat of the Bentley parked in their front court, the maddenly naked Cynthia Standall turned her full attentions on me. She took my hand and pulled me through the entrance into their cliffside mansion. She gaily r...
I held her up against the corridor wall with my hands supporting her hips. The bunched-up silkiness of her shiny black skirt made rustling noises, as my dick rubbed back and forth below the folds, making probing thrusts deep into her. Judith was panting heavily and making little mewing sounds as I thrust again and again, each time reaching a new depth. Her t...
Sara walked into house. She walked in with some hesitancy because of all the trouble she had been getting into recently. Her master had told her that she was expected to come home and find her collar. He ordered her to put it on, find him, and kneel before him and beg for his forgiveness. Ok, maybe she had been a little bratty and stubborn about certain thin...
Following the progress of our ageing skirt chaser. Best to read preceding chapters to learn more about the disgraceful character described. Just to remind you, I published this story a few years ago under another ID; I have since done some re-editing in in the hope of improving it. Enjoy...comment...vote! Two more chapters to come. ***** WHAT'S IN A DRY...
I hate my fucking job. Fucking airports! Damn I hate them, too! Can't smoke on the airplane, sit on the damn tarmac for hours, always late everywhere, lose the fucking bags, no end to it. Surly fucking counter people with the standard answer of "There is nothing I can do." drive me nuts. Then stand in line while some ugly fucker sticks a wand up my ass be...
Mary sighed as the scooped the envelope off of the door mat. She knew by the look of the envelope that it was the credit card bill. "Its so unfair" she thought to herself. Money had become increasingly tight. She didn't mind her flat, It wasn't where she saw herself living in 5 years time, but it would do for now.. if it wasn't for her neighbours, that was...
She was running errands on a Saturday afternoon. He was busy working so she wasn't particularly worried about watching the time. She told him she would likely make something for dinner as he didn't know what time he would be finished. He didn't think he would feel like going out again. He had left early, before she had gotten out of bed. He left a soft kis...