"Thanks for the lift Mr. Bussey." I said, half turning in my seat to smile at my coach. "No problem Shannon." "I don't know how I missed the bus?" I knew exactly how I missed the bus; by hiding in the washroom till I heard the big bus pull away and then I ran out waving, knowing full well they couldn't see me. But Mr. Bussey could. "It's okay Shannon. Luc...
During the week, Christine called. "Jimmy, remember that girl Karen I told you about? The one with the unusual physical characteristics?" "Yes, I remember." "Well, I've gotten to know her and she's interested in meeting my special playmate. Would you like to meet her?" "Yes, that would be nice." "Great! I'll invite her over and you can join us." "Super....
Final My wife put her hands around me and kissed me. This was wrong, so very wrong. My wife should not be kissing me. I've done something wrong. My wife should be yelling at me, asking for a divorce or something, not kissing me. I don't know what I did wrong, but whenever in the past that I found myself in a situation even close to this, she was mad. Why n...
The next evening as we were walking to the Club at the arranged time, Jen suddenly stopped and looked into my eyes. "I'm not sure I can go through with this." She said as she started to get cold feet. "You certainly didn't have any problem managing that big black cock last night!" I reminded her. "That was different. It was just a cock. I didn't have to fa...
© 2012 Brunne * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Many thanks to the readers who voted and left such lovely comments on Ch. 01 – I hope you enjoy this next instalment. For those of you have read my other story, ‘Under My Skin’, this story covers many of the same events, but in a slightly different style and from Jarod’s perspective this time. -...
Timeline: After the end of Season 4. Place: House's house. I was there. Finally. Outside the door of house no. 221. My heart was bopping around so weirdly that Michael Jackson had nothing on it. There was a fluttering in my stomach, which was odd, because it was the first time in ten long years that the prospect of sex was... scary, exciting, actually thri...
I had a long day. I didn't even realize how badly my feet hurt until I sat down and had to get back up again. I reeled back and almost fell on my ass. Oh, how funny that would have been to all my coworkers. I walked back into the kitchen and got rid of the last of my dishes. I waved an enthusiastic goodbye to all my friends and started to walk out. Then I ra...
I looked around the kitchen of the house. One apple and one can of soup. I opened the refrigerator. An almost-empty pack of salami, the end piece of a loaf of bread, and the tattered remains of a block of cheddar. I dragged out the cheese, bread and salami and made an open-faced sandwich, heated the soup, and ate it with the sliced apple. Time to go food sh...
"So what did he say?" I enquired. "I was really quite surprised by his reaction. He said it's fine by him, as long as he has the same freedom and it's not on Saturdays. We usually go out on Saturday evenings and then home for sex afterwards, so he wants me to be 'available' then. I really don't have a problem with that, how about you?" "No, obviously not....
As he watched her across the room, Patrick's gut churned. He tried to keep up with the conversation going on around him, hearing but not listening to the proffered congratulations, the inane small talk of the sorority girls, the good natured chat among his oldest, dearest friends and neighbors. But his eyes and his thoughts kept going back to Bridget. He too...