Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Hanna-Barbera. No money is being made and no infringement is intended. H. G. Cogswell sat in his office frowning at his monitor as he pondered the recent quirky change of fate. His company, Cogswell's Coggs, and Spacely's Space Sprockets had always been fierce competitors, bu...
You will remember from Part 1 of this event, my neighbor and his friend ejaculated on and in my wife, who was mortified that it happened and in front of an audience of the wives of these men. She said she did not want to see our older "ex friends" again. Well, I thought that was that. However, about a week and a half later, Otto rang the doorbell and when...
Author's Notes: Just in case it wasn't obvious before, this story is pure fantasy and bears no resemblance to any person or real-life events. As usual, comments/feedback/votes are appreciated. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Wednesday, 3 PM again and Nancy again volunteered to give Sherry a break. Principal Roberts however knew how mu...
I nervously called Mick as I did the long walk of shame back to our tent. "Hey Babe." He answered after the first ring, sounding really excited. "Hey..." I replied nervously. "Where are you?" "Walking back now, you at the tent?" I asked not sure if I wanted him to be there or not. "Yeah, so how was last night? I lost track of you pretty early." "Um.....
I have often been at the beach and noticed a guy looking me over really well or staring at me. Girls have a sixth sense about these things. Often times the guy appears to be looking at something in the distance behind you but he is actually looking at you. There are also guys that seem to be scanning the beach as though they are looking for someone but their...
As the train approached the subway platform, Jack moved forward to position himself to board and get a decent spot. As expected, the seats were all taken and the standing space was half full. When the doors opened, he maneuvered toward the end of the car to his favorite position. It was a narrow hallway next to the spare driver's compartment and the emergenc...
I don't know why but the story that I wrote titled "Braless Bike Ride" seems to be one of the stories that I get more questions about, and more requests for a sequel even though it doesn't have a very high ratings number with readers. However, I'm going to go ahead and write a sequel to this story anyway; and hope to write a few more sequels to other stories...
As I mention from time to time, my Mother was born in The Netherlands where her parents and her sister and her family still live. Over the years we have made an effort to get together every two years, alternating between us going there and them coming here. Now that we are older, I'm pushing thirty three as I write this, the participants have changed a bit....
Colder than a brass bra in Alaska. Damn I can't wait for summer. Of course then I'll be dying for winter again. Weather is all messed up these days. As I walk through the mall, seems every man, even a few women, is staring at me. I love the attention I get. Always been an attention whore and I play my looks up to squeeze every last drop out of people. These...
They had been driving for at least 40 minutes before they came to a stop. Juliet and Lily remained silent as Katie struggled against everything once in a while. Juliet was almost crying. This was utterly humiliating and since all three of them were there for an exchange student program, they had no family to immediately contact. She wanted to seek out the em...