Justin and Anjie Southwick were born and raised in Pottsville. Pennsylvania. Their families were devout Quakers. Both attended the University of Pennsylvania, Reading, as day students. In fact, they commuted together. Now graduated, married, and settled in their own home in Pottsville, Justin was an assistant manager for the local branch of the Pottsville Na...
(Kumogakure, 19 Years Ago) In the Hidden Cloud Village of Kumogakure the Raikage debates the Wisdom in what he is about to do to his son, but his Father ordered it, before he died. Unable to refuse his Fathers Dying wish he gives the Order for the Operation to go through, but he takes precautions so that it will only reveal irself in the most dire of circums...
I went to Vegas to party hardy and to try and forget the latest catastrophe in my life. My two-year marriage to 'the woman of my dreams' had just cratered and I was in sore need of some spiritual uplifting. It was my third trip to Vegas in the last ten years and it was also my third trip for the very same reason. I had no idea what was wrong with me, but eit...
This story is a continuation of I'm Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 13 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. CONSEQUENCES. . . .OR TRUTH? Joyce addressed Jaime, "Jaime, you...
She had been there for days, or was it merely hours; time had become a blur as she stood there impatiently waiting. She had never seen a lair like it before and she had been in several in her lifetime. The tiled floors were a deep earthy mauve; the wooden columns were painted a dark purple and lavender silks were draped about the walls. The rosy flesh of...
I knew I should have stopped at the third drink. I had not eaten anything since breakfast and the rum went straight to my head, eliminating any common sense. And there I found myself, standing on top of the table at the Alibi Lounge Bar and Grill, announcing a "Blue Light Special" on blowjobs. I love giving head, and the rum just prompted me to share my lo...
21st Century Subterranean Slavery Part IX One-eight-six relaxed on her cot, eyes closed thinking about her old man client. "Hey you look too happy this morning." She turned looking at her neighbor One-six-three. You must have had a good night?" "Yes, a short seventy year old homely, nerdy accountant type; I cherished every minute of making love to h...
It was on June 26, 1998 that my husband and I moved to Mt. Pleasant, a small city in the center of Michigan. For us, it was a move that made for several changes in our life style. We had lived in Dayton, Ohio since we got married in 1995. He was an outside adjuster in Ohio, who traveled all over the state. Now, He was a claims manager, confined to his offi...
The first year of my sluthood was my most active. At age thirty-five, my lifetime total of sex partners was seven men. When I reached thirty-six, my total was twenty-seven. I had sex with twenty men in one year. Why did I become a slut? I mentioned in a previous chapter that a hysterectomy destroyed my hopes for children. The hysterectomy liberated me from...
Stop what you're doing. I know all you want is to be treated like the filthy little slut you are. Stop trying to fight it. You spend all day pretending to have thoughts and opinions. Someone needs to put you in your place, and show you what it means to be completely under control. If you're not naked, you should be. Take everything off. Then sit up, kneeli...