((For Dave... who has always been... Amanda's hero...)) He sat there in that chair, a small black desk chair with wheels, his eyes glued to the screen before him. She couldn't see any pictures on the desktop, any movies streaming in through the media player. There was just an opened Internet Explorer... and another, smaller window. It looked like a messagin...
Joel stood tall with what appears to the world as a calm assurance before the window, the thoughts in his head mulling over the upcoming trials of the day. Thoughts taking his mind away from the breathtaking view that lay out before him from the top floor of the building his company built. Hands clasped behind his back with a slight frown making his brow fur...
The room they threw me into was pitch dark. The last thing I saw was the light in the doorway disappearing as they slammed the door shut. Strange. I could feel softness on the floor, when I patted my hand around I could feel the whole floor was covered with soft reed mats. Then I heard a noise like a vent blowing, and began to smell a sweet scent in the air...
The big day finally arrived, and everyone in the company was just as anxious as I was; perhaps even more. This was the day, after all, when Lauren would expose herself in public for the last time. Everyone expected something spectacular, and despite my love for the bitch, I didn't want to let everyone else down. It was in that context, that I decided that...
When I was stationed in Korea, I had a Korean girlfriend named Uni. Uni was the horniest Korean girl I ever met in my three years over there. Most Korean bar-girls will let you fuck them, but they're pretty dead fucks. Uni liked it, and really got into it. She had small tits, like all Korean girls, and a small, gorgeous ass. I liked to play with her ass, and...
"How'd you sleep, Ronnie?" Doc asked as he came into the kitchen. He was wearing just a pair of swim trunks, and I noticed how tanned and broad his back was as he bent down to look into the fridge. "Good," I replied over my cup of coffee. Janie and Henry were chewing mouthfuls of Cocoa Crispies and Fruity Pebbles, each reading their respective boxes wit...
For my muse... Where do we begin tales of the unbelievable? In the beginning, with the believable, I suppose. He met her on the Internet, the preferred communication of the new world, connecting all corners of the planet, all manners of being. They had a lot in common and shared a juvenile, silly and depraved a sense of humor. They both liked similar book...
This is a continuation of the story I started in My Pretty Woman Moment. Read that before reading this. In the days after our group sex encounter with sexy store clerk Tyler, my wife Jess and I were a little dazed. We are not, after all, some wild swinging couple. We're Republicans, damn it, and while we have a definite streak of libertarianism three-ways w...
The drive from work was uneventful but I enjoyed the feel of the leather seats under my naked buttocks, my blouse doing little to cover me as I had left it open. I touched the smoothness between my legs teasing a little The company had booked me into a nice hotel on the outskirts of the industrial development where the new offices were situated. It had a...
Jillybean had always been my favorite in the neighborhood. She was part of the second wave of kids on our block: primarily girls about five years younger than the first wave and she stood out amongst them. Mischief always seemed to accompany her. The flash of an unruly mop of red hair and a perpetually skinned knee announced her arrival. Anytime there were...