Thanks to all who leave meaningful feedback. I enjoy emailing with you. Bum Phillips, former NFL head coach, on why he always took his wife to away games 'Because she's too ugly to kiss goodbye.' + + + + My name is Sallie. All through high school, and college, I had to endure the 'as long as I have a paper bag' insults. Your choices of boys, and then men,...
I looked at the alarm clock. 08:00 it said with big red numbers. 'Ugh, it's so early.' I thought, just like any other day. The only good thing about going to school was that I could see her again, my crush. I am not that special, every boy in the world has had a crush on some girl in his live. But I was one of the few people from my class who liked Alexis,...
My eyes were tired, my fingers sore and callused. I turned on my phone and looked at the time. It was quarter to six. I had been practicing my cello in my university practice room for over two and half hours. I stood up, felt all of my vertebrae crack from my tailbone up. I grabbed my water bottle and took a long swig from it and heard three knocks on the do...
It had been a few weeks since Alexis and Henry had last seen each other. Whenever they communicated with each other, there was an undercurrent of excitement, an almost imperceptible hum of arousal. Several times they'd gone to bed after a flirty conversation with vivid recollections of Henry's cock buried in Alexis' ass, her fingers fiddling under her skirt...
"For some reason, I think of my mother whenever we finish making love," Mira says. Mint stands, stretches, ponders her statement. He can see it, she's never quite detached herself from her parent's expectations like a well-adjusted adult, after all. When they first started robbing banks she would always fall into melancholy for weeks after the job, pondering...
My name is John; I am 35 years old, well built, have been married for 5 years, have 1 kid and live in Nottingham. My wife Jane is 30, a beautiful petite. I am a consultant and my work requires me to travel a lot and with lots of travel there are always lots of interesting encounters. This is one of them and yes it is a true story. I got off the plane at 6:3...
I woke up in a panic. I couldn't believe I was still here. My husband had expected me home hours ago . I searched for my phone and saw the time. 11 am. Shit. Dylan was still asleep beside me. I had several missed calls from Stephen and a text from Alex. "Hey," it said, "Your husband has been blowing up my phone. Guess since you're not home yet things must h...
All comments and criticisms welcome. * About a week later, I was leaving my house when my cell phone buzzed in my pocket. "Are your panties clean?" Jess asked. I told her they were, folded neatly and laying on my dresser beneath the pair she left behind. "Good. Have them on and be at the back entrance to Henry's office at 6," she said before hanging up...
I received a text message on my cell phone: "hi. I need some." It has been few days since I fucked Michelle and indeed I was ready to see her again. I responded back to her: "2morrow. during lunch. I want your ass. Get it prepped for me." Michelle heart pounded as she received my reply. She was hungry for some cock. "Get it ready for him" - was in her...
Crista waited nervously sipping her latte, every swing of the coffee shop door vibrating through her body and unsettling further any composure she had left. For ten years she had been faithful, a decade of quiet obedience to social normalcy and family. In her purse were well thumbed pictures of her children, joyful offspring of her long term relationship and...