Hey Fuckers! "Fine!" came about as I was working on my draft for fantasy baseball. Some how I made a connection between selling football squares for the Superbowl and tying it into a story. This is my first attempt at writing a sex sequence. Big time respect for those that seem to do it pretty easily. I had help editing. I'm sure he found 100 plus mistake...
Wednesday dawned bright and sunny. As usual, Dawn was already up before Tom was. He got up in a cheerful mood. "I wonder what she has planned for today?" Tom said to himself as he went about his morning routine of getting ready for work. His shower today went uninterrupted, as did his breakfast. Dawn did seem to be in a good mood too, but she didn't drop any...
Josh walked in the door and waited. He didn't hear anything, so he called out to Emma. "Emma, come out here." He called Emma walked out to the living room wearing black pants and a long sleeve blue shirt. She smiled at josh and mumbled a weak greeting. He look at her and frowned. "Is that how you greet your master?" He asked her. "No." She replied. "Th...
That weekend Shiri invited me over for dinner again. "Hi, Jimmy! It's been too long!" she greeted me at the door, and as soon as the door was closed behind me, we crushed each other with our longing bodies. We had our hands all over each other, and started stripping each other in a frenzy. Christine came into the living room from the kitchen, giggled when sh...
She didn't have anything else to do. She was nineteen years old with louts for parents, no money to do anything interesting and nobody even remotely interesting to do it with. So here she was, in a run-down pool hall to serve the local under 21 crowd, no alcohol, hanging out with a couple of boys from high school and her two girlfriends. About two hours in...
The Worst Chain Story Ever Ch.01: Matching His Fetish Copyright Oggbashan May 2003 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. Note to Reader...
I called Susan earlier this week. She seemed down, not too unusual, she is bipolar and at times she becomes depressed. She takes her meds, at least the ones for depression, but the stresses and fatigue of her job in the psych department take their toll sometimes. She said she was glad I called, and that she wanted to see me. I told her I would come over Frid...
After touring England a little bit, visiting a few other friends with basically nothing to offer but awkwardness, I decided it was time to move on. I didn't feel like abandoning my car and flying again, so the only option I had was take the Chunnel. Sure, I was slightly claustrophobic, and if it did start to flood, I couldn't swim all that well, but you only...
Amesbury ordered me to start serving the canapes. And as I stood in silent horror, Mistress, Barletta, Lyndsay and the other free women at the table began to debate the merits of punishing me for being a bad daughter. I hesitated but then obeyed, cringing anew at every order, as Mistress Barletta, Amesbury and Lyndsay forced me to display my naked body in...
"Really? A birthday party? At our age?" Cynthia asked, sounding exasperated. "Sara, you're finally going to be 18! It's not time for a kiddie party. It's time to go out clubbing! You'll finally be of legal age to party, even if we can't drink yet." "I know, Cyn. But the club will still be there the week after. And my Aunt Matilda specifically said she wante...