I have always considered myself an ugly duckling that never matured into the beautiful swan that Hans Christian Andersen wrote about. Well I guess I'm not truly ugly, but probably just completely and utterly plain. Maybe that's why my Mom named me Jane. I'm not really fat, but certainly not sleek. My hair isn't dry and discolored, but always seems frizzy....
Extremely careful though he was Chandru knew his wife would one day catch him with the goods. It happened that Saturday evening. He heard Malavi open the door. He was not to blame; the mouse stalled and he was not able to get the cursor fast enough to the upper corner of the screen to close the file. Malavi was standing behind him staring at the monitor. The...
Mary stood at her office window watching the snow falling. The decorations on the other buildings and houses in the surrounding community left no doubt as to what day was upon them. "Christmas eve," Mary thought to herself as she walked back to her desk and finished putting things away. "Geez, how this year has flown." She put the last few notes in her top...
Pete stood on the porch, wondering 'which way to go'. When he caught himself thinking exactly those words, a sardonic smile forced itself onto his face. "That's sure the question, which way to go," he thought. "'Tis better to face the slings and arrows of outrageous fate, or divorce?" Thinking the Bard wouldn't have been too interested in his little dilemma...
Hi again, it's me Jessica. I can't believe what I am going through. If you already know me, then you know that I'm five feet tall, with a nice ass, and c-cups. Sorry if the description is a little short, but this is the sixth time. Please read 'A Teaser 1-4' and 'Still Teasing' My husband and I got home that night and had sex on the living room rug. Afterw...
Thanks to Lustyleader for her editing of the story, she was a great help. This account is fictional and the persons in the pictures did not participate in the events below. +++++++ "We're going to Antigua" my husband, John, told me a few weeks ago. It was time for vacation and some time away from the kids and his stressful job. My husband is a business exe...
Wanda Catron woke up that Saturday morning thinking she was still dreaming. In her dream, her pussy was being filled by a cock, again and again and again. A confirmed lesbian, Wanda had no idea why she was having that dream. As she became more aware, she felt a weight on her body, and her legs wide apart. And to her total surprise, what felt like a cock was...
She sauntered up the steps of her front porch, her long legs dropping down forever beneath he tiny mini skirt. Her high heels clacked on the wood decking of the porch. It was a gorgeous porch, connected to a gorgeous house built from scratch by her gorgeous husband Tom and his gorgeous father. It wasn't just a house it was a home. They had begun building it...
The mechanical sounding voice on the other end of the phone call, was dull with a slight accent that I couldn't place, "Mr. Pearce, we need to come to an agreement on how you intend to make the balance on your account current." I'd heard it before, goddamn it, I hear it almost every month these days. Shit, it's getting hard for a semi honest detective to fi...
10:20 a.m. Thursday The email was brief. "In Houston tomorrow. Meet me at Damon's Steak House at 7:30." There was really no reason for me to react the way that I did. My heart skipped a beat and then accelerated. My nipples hardened against my lace bra and my pussy dampened. I squirmed in my leather office chair, looking for temporary relief as I kept re-re...