Fast forward three months...... It had taken a couple of days for me to come to grip with my 'mini' gangbang on that night at the club. Oh, there were no recriminations from Jack, none at all......it was I who had difficulty dealing with the truth of my slutty behavior that night. The truth was that I had no remorse about it. None. And that was the struggl...
The "Sarge" wasn't really active any more in the service. He did some consulting now and then, and he had a favored group of cronies that he played poker with. All in all, almost a stereotypical, brusque, older military man type. With a few "quirks," as Dan had noted. Things were staying quiet at the Winnebago's site, for which Anthony was glad. Anna seem...
Jim Nelson sat on the sofa waiting for his wife of sixteen years to come down the stairs. She had just come home from "working late" again, for the third time this week. The bad thing was this was less than the usual for the last seven months. Late hours, multiple out of town trips and "Girls Nights Out" happened all too regularly. That combined with the...
We lost the election, and we weren't being gracious about it. The gloomy "victory" party ended hours ago and the two dozen or so of us campaign workers who hadn't stormed off into the night sat in small clusters along the walls of the hotel bar. From a raised platform near the front of the room, a DJ wearing unnecessary sunglasses broadcast some Taylor Swif...
Slut Girl 9: Sayoko Goes Shopping After an extended absence, Slut Girl is back! This is based on the manga of the same name by Isutoshi Ihsa, with all respect towards the original. * "Hurry up, lazy ass!" Sayoko Bizen barked back at me, glaring through her cool sunglasses as we walked down the streets of Tokyo. I huffed after her, panting and wheezing, ca...
Copyright Darkest Fancies 2004 This story may not be retransmitted in any form, in whole or in part, without the express written consent of the author. * Chapter One: "The One" ~Shakira "Oh yeah! Now that's the way to do it!" Rio's voice drifted through the empty house. Sitting back on her heels, she looked down and smiled with utter satisfaction. "Few t...
It took about two seconds flat of you walking through the door of the café to know that you were not a local. This was hardly something new; we get Chicago people breezing in all of the time. They seemed to waltz in, size up our country atmosphere, sneer a little and proceed to hold court at a table in the back room. But you were different. Something in the...
Elise ran her fingers through her hair. "Look, Mike," she said, skewering the unhappy young man sitting in front of her with her glare, "this is your screw-up, and now you have to fix it. I need to rely on you when you say you'll get something done, now more than ever. So find me sets to rent for Turandot or plan on making them yourself." "Yeah, yeah, I'm o...
Chapter 2: These Tits Were Made for Fucking Beth groaned when the alarm went off and rolled on her side as David got up. "You really have to go to work?" she complained. Her thighs felt damp and her hard nipples scraped against the bed sheet. The little sleep she'd gotten had been filled with strange dreams. In one she'd been a mannequin, dressed in last n...
I retired about five years ago, but still kept in contact with a few of my colleagues. I'd call if I was going to be in town, and one or another, and sometimes several of us, would get together for lunch. One day I was going to have lunch with one of the guys, and got a message about the time I was pulling up in front of the building, that a situation had ar...