Chapter 4: The Obsession "I'll give you a hand job for twenty dollars," said the plain-looking blonde girl. Peter looked down at her from his bar stool. She was short and rather plump, and not particularly attractive, but he had heard about the fabulous hand jobs that she gave here at O'Malley's. She was wearing a tight denim skirt and a pink tube-top, and...
Chapter 2: The Quickening Nancy got home from the store, and climbed the three flights of stairs to her apartment, carrying her groceries. She let herself in the door, put down her food, and hung the catcher's mitt in the front window. In addition to being a college student, Nancy was a hand job slut. She gave hand jobs for twenty dollars. Most Friday and...
Author's Notes: As Alayna's time is coming to an end I find it harder to add more. Time constraints in my life make it difficult to keep adding onto this story. I hope you enjoy it though. * Alayna stepped out of the bathroom with her hair and make up done and walked over to the closet naked wondering what she would wear to work today. Joe had been away th...
RANDI Randi Boehmon and her family had been invited to visit the home of their son's new girlfriend. Jake was a freshman safety on the University of Cincinnati's football team and had met Erin Mason in one of his pre-med labs. Although the Boehman's lived quite comfortably, both Randi and her husband earned well into the six figures, the impression that she...
"Ok, in here is the photographic studio, it may seem a little intimidating to start with, but unfortunately technology can be a little, how you say, unkempt." As I followed him though the white glossed six panel door, I was struck by the contrasting halves of the room. At the far end on the left wall was another door, but centre piece to the room was the la...
'Now, he's cute,' murmured Fiona as a tight-assed twenty-something guy sauntered past them to join the crowd at the bar. 'Far too young,' admonished Lizzie, shaking her head in despair at her best friend. 'Well, I wouldn't kick him out of bed for farting,' sighed Fiona, momentarily lost in a pleasurable daydream. 'Yeah, but then you're a desperate thirt...
This is the final submission of a 5 part series, if you haven't read the other chapters this will make no sense to you. ***** With things going well at the bakery and Down Town Donuts I'm able to concentrate most of my time and efforts on the kids and home. Amelia still works full time, she says when the last two are in school she thinks she'll be done, s...
Danielle groaned as she adjusted her bra once again. The straps cut into her shoulders and the band bit into her breasts, which overflowed the cups. Her new shirts weren't much better, several rode up and didn't touch the tops of her hips anymore, and others failed to reach her navel. All they had in common was how they stretched taut around her bust. Pants...
Some years ago, an excellent writer of adult fiction, writing under the pseudonym "Little Joe," created several characters inspired by myself and several lovely ladies we both knew. One character was based on me, Bobbie Kaye, and was nicknamed Cutie, or Little Miss Cutie. Little Joe posted a number of these wonderful stories, in which Bobbie Kaye and her fri...
The ride back home from Arnie's party was at first a silent, if regrettably, thoughtful affair. I think Ben knew that nothing could be more effective than silence to let the full magnitude of what I had done - and by virtue of who had witnessed it - what I had become, to sink in. It was all like some kind of nightmare. I had just popped out of a cake stark n...