Note: If you've read my other stories, you may notice a recurrence of names. I like using my first and middle names in my stories. That away I really get a feel for my writing. Like the others this is a fictional story. * * * * * My name is Jerry; I'm 25 and married. I'm about 6' 2" tall and weigh just under a buck and two quarters, so I am pretty skinny...
The mall was dead when Penny showed up for work at the lingerie store. The weather outside was beyond awful, and with the economy being what it was, not many people were willing to go out in it just to spend money they didn't have. Especially on lingerie. As she approached the store, she feared that maybe the economy was worse than she'd thought, because th...
So since the beginning of our wild sexual shenanigan's Robby has loved to watch me suck off other men. He is the jealous type though and does not want to see me suck off anyone his age as he is afraid I may want to leave him. He does however get off on watching me suck off older men aged 50-70. The fatter and uglier the better. He really gets off on humiliat...
This is not a story about sex. I wanted this to be a glimpse of a relationship, and a conversation between two people. If you're looking for sex, then please don't read this story, because it will only disappoint you. If you're looking for an interesting read, this might be up your alley. I am trying to improve my writing skills, to keeping unnecessary words...
He moved in with me then, if you can call a toothbrush and a hairbrush luggage. "Angels travel light," he told me. "But I always carry my own toothbrush, and the hairbrushes in this dimension are just too hard on angel hair. They hurt like hell!" I could believe that as I stroked the mane of silk that cascaded to his shoulders. That hair alone had the invi...
The papers came out with shots of me from the news conference in the tight mini-dress, together with salacious articles. Leung had leaked enough information to stoke up excitement and I could only imagine the reaction when the Penthouse edition was published. For the next week I had to entertain men brought to the mansion. An afternoon or overnight session....
Robby, although he was not paying much attention to me, he was getting serious about building my "brand." His intentions were selfish as he allowed me to quit the restaurant as long as I replaced the source of income by other means. I found a file on the laptop that he must have thought was hidden well but I was able to open it. The file had separate tabs f...
Monique was in trouble. She was fucked. Both literally and physically. She had lost a bet at work with her boss. Her punishment: she had to come to work the next day wearing the shortest mini-skirt, thigh high stockings, garters, fuck me pumps, and no panties. She wasn't allowed to wear a coat to cover up either. She had to walk out in public like that. Appa...
It was the usual boring Monday for Helen. The reviled one had left customarily early with the usual lack of any attempt at communication. The house and time were her own to do as she pleased. So why did she feel like a prisoner in this multi-million dollar mansion? Time, she sighed reminding herself and routine, too much of both. She'd met a young, handsome,...
When she emerged from the shadowy side street to Wilson Blvd., she hesitated for a split second, before continuing to he corner, where she turned right and leisurely sauntered past the drugstore entrance. Once past the doors she shopped and took up her position next to the entrance, leaning against the building. She did not smile at the men as they walked pa...