It's hard to know anyone really. Even someone you've spent a lot of time with, shared experiences with. Been through a lotta shit with. Even your spouse. I was pretty good at ignoring the warning signs. Late nights out without me became more and more frequent. Constant texting. Abrupt ending of phone calls. All indicators that something was amiss but I tru...
Monday night. Stan was late – he'd been pulled into a 'five to five' meeting with Percy, much to his annoyance - and didn't get home until well after his normal time. He hurried, but Anne still rang his doorbell before he'd finished getting dressed. "Come in, Anne!" he called, and Anne used her key to open the door. She found Stan sitting at the bottom of t...
Our story begins on a quiet Sunday afternoon. Sarah was doing a few things around her small apartment that she shared with her boyfriend, Jim. Nothing really important, just getting some odd jobs accomplished, while Jim meanwhile was down the street at the bar watching the game with his buddies. While Sarah was futzing around the apartment she decided th...
It was evening when they got to where they were going. It had been a while since they had been together but the passion was there, like an inferno that could consume everything around them. He led her through the house, she just trailing at his feet, wet with anticipation and thirst. They went through to the master suite, a fitting name for the games that th...
One would think after 10 years in the Marines, I would be used to mornings. Still, I found each morning a real pain. I was on recruiting duty in the Bay Area of California. Yes. I really had to work hard for a living. Wasn't the most receptive environment to Marines, .Still, there were a lot of good folks, and I was making mission monthly, more often than no...
Derek and Randi are my neighbors. They live downstairs on the second floor. I don't know them too well, but I do talk to them now and then. Usually in the building's fitness center or pool, both amenities I'm rather fond of. So far the talk has been the typical neighborly chit-chat. Which isn't to say they don't know about me. Everyone here does. It's kind o...
Chapter 6 – Saturnine Friday, Melanie was still bound and gagged on the bed. Her arms tied behind her with the shirt binding going around the back and under her breasts to keep them behind her head. She looking at her body possessed by Shelby approaching. She watched her slowly stepping forward over the fat husk that lay on the floor. Shelby pulled the shir...
Working up a sweat, a fetish story.... It was the fourth day in a row that I had been coming into work early. Since getting my promotion, I had been coming in earlier than before, just before eight. I was a department head now and wanted to be there before my people showed up. Getting up extra early meant a few sacrifices. I felt that it was important to...
The third part of the story about Sammy the beautiful sexy Venezuelan girl that had come to share the apartment that I lived in, in Spain. Sammy's Panties and Sammy's Panties Part. 02 precede this story in content. Finally, in Part. 03 my fascination with her lingerie and her naughty ways come to collide for our mutual pleasure. I found my way out of the hy...
It had been an extremely long day for me. I am the owner of a store in Kansas City. I am a white male and my store was in a mostly minority neighborhood so it seemed like I had been singled out for problems in the neighborhood. It is not a large store, rather what would be called by some a "mom and pop" operation. Over the years it has been extremely difficu...