My mother's friend Sandy was always over at our house. Don't get me wrong, I loved looking at Sandy's chest whenever she was around. The problem was that she would treat me like a little kid. She would always call me her 'big man.' I couldn't tell if she was trying to tease me or if she was trying to make a pass at me. I was nineteen at the time and I knew I...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to rozezwild for her editing to make this a better story. * Oh, man! I had my doubts about this new job. I had never done anything like it and didn't know if I could do it when it cam...
So I wrote her a sexy poem, an amazingly trite accumulation of words and images that more or less congealed into something resembling a complete thought. It was something that usually got balled up in a wad of paper and thrown into the trash with my other failed drafts of a poem. I actually had planned to trash it until, upon discovering that I write poetry,...
The life of a Lebanese-born Canadian Christian woman married to a Haitian-American pagan doesn't sound like the easiest existence in the world, does it? My name is Antonia Abdirahman and I was born in the town of Hermel, Republic of Lebanon, and raised in the City of Montreal, Quebec. My family left the Republic of Lebanon in 1977, three years after I was bo...
Bill Steffensen had just been hired to be a Physical Education teacher at Central High. One of his first duties was to attend a staff meeting a week before the school year started. All of the P.E. teachers were expected to coach at least one team or another. Bill had vague ideas of coaching football or basketball but it ended up that all of those positions w...
"Hello, Wendy, how are you doing?" Samuel asked as he looked at the tall, slender, blonde-haired, forty-something friendly woman whose deceptively frail demeanor hid more strength than most people realized. Clad in her blue work shirt and dark pants, Wendy stood at a corner near the Walmart entrance, casually smoking a cigarette in the dark. "Hey, Samuel, I...
My friend Ellen Rabinoff called with a desperate tone to her voice. "You need to cover for me, Karen. I can't make it. And I can't afford to lose my job." I wanted to help, but I didn't think I could pull it off. "But I don't have the slightest idea what to do." "You don't have to do anything. Just meet the clients and take them to a couple homes. Tell the...
Reiner war früher ein ziemlicher Hengst gewesen und liebte es seinen Schwanz in alle erreichbaren Löcher reinzustecken. Jetzt war er doch etwas älter geworden und leider solo. Natürlich hatte er immer noch Lust zu ficken, aber wenig Gelegenheiten auf Sex mit einer Frau. Also schaute er sich Pornos an oder fotografierte heimlich Frauen und Mädchen, um sich da...
Die Highschool war eine wunderbare Zeit gewesen. Du warst einer der besten in deiner Football-Mannschaft und hast trotzdem deine Probleme gehabt ein Stipendium für das College zu bekommen. Da deine Eltern nicht die finanziellen Mittel haben, um dir das College zu bezahlen hast du die Highschool nur trainiert und gearbeitet um dieses Stipendium zu bekommen. L...
I returned home as usual from my work to find Amy already soaking in her bubble bath with a glassed her favourite wine in hand. The door was wide open as is normal in our house and Amy greeted me with her stunning and sexy smile telling me she had been invited to a girls night out and had ordered me a take away dinner which was due to delivered in just ove...