Chapter 1 I met Erin under rather unusual circumstances. It was the first day of a physiology class eight -o -clock Monday morning. I had just transferred from a university up north where I was kind of forced to get out of town. I had fallen in with quite a party crowd and if I was going to keep up my grades as a pre med. student, a change in location and a...
It was Friday afternoon, and I was ready for the weekend. I really looked forward to my Friday evenings with my wife, Linda. She likes to fix us a nice romantic meal, drink some wine, get the kids to bed early, then we fuck like rabbits. It had been a busy, but productive week for me. My name is Dan Nelson. I am 32 year old stock broker, and financial advi...
Pt. 2 - Christie's Tale I suppose I should preface my story with how I came to be where I was when I met Martin. My professional life wasn't going well. I was an attorney working in a three-year-old one-person law firm. It wasn't a particularly successful practice. Mostly because it was in a small town with a population of less than a thousand. The county s...
Chapter One The revolving door swung open with a flourish. Althea was distracted by the sudden movement and looked in the general direction, only to see another businessman arriving early for the evening. The hotel was full tonight, unexpectedly, though one could certainly understand the reason. The blackout in the northeast had suddenly set everything on i...
CHAPTER 4: OUT OF THE COMFORT ZONE The guys were too tired when they got home to have any more fun with Megan after they got her home from her cum-fest day. And Megan was too tired to think about eating any real food, even though she would have been allowed. Megan slept on the living room couch while the guys slept on the beds upstairs. She was still weari...
What does a lesbian look like? In most people's minds, when they envision a lesbian, they think of a short-haired, masculine white chick in a flannel shirt. The prototypical butch lesbian citizen of Western society. Well, I am a lesbian and I definitely don't look like that. My name is Fatouma Aden, and I'm a young Somali Muslim woman living in the City of O...
"Hi Mom," said the familiar voice of my oldest daughter Patti. She had moved to the big city after her and Rob were married three years ago. I didn't get to see her as much as before, but we kept the phone company in business with all the calls we made to one another. "Hi Pumpkin. How are things and how's my favorite little fella, Jason?" Jason was my grand...
Chapter 9. Phil & Dave. (September 1994.) When hubby asked if I fancied a long weekend break, to make up in part for our missed fortnights holiday (see Ch 06), I jumped at the chance. Some friends of ours have a holiday cottage in Cornwall which had unexpectedly become empty; they let it for self catering when not using the cottage themselves, and offered...
s I was entering my hotel room, I heard a sound. I walked in slowly and closed the door quietly behind me. On the table by the door was the gun and handcuffs from last nights hen party. I had taken some self-defence classes so I knew I could handle whoever it was. Okay, the gun wasn't real, but it was pretty realistic. Holding the gun I moved further into t...
I met Carol when she was 21 and I was 35 she was Welsh and what could be described as buxom, about five foot five tall and shapely with a large 36D bust. At that time she was living with her parents and I in a small-shared flat. So we went for a drive and parked in a small road right next to central park. Immediately we were in each other's arms French k...