This story will sound a little crazy, and if it hadn't been my life, I probably wouldn't believe it! But it's a true story. To understand, you need a little backstory about me, and my family. Bear with me, it'll take a little explaining for this to make sense. I'll tell you about me, and introduce you to my family – or at least my Mom, later. I was a wild ch...
My first meeting with George Vlissidis was not at all what I expected. I spent four long days in the brig of George's cruiser, staring at the ceiling, worrying about my fate. Judging by his reputation, I had little doubt that this would not end well. I just hoped that Nora would do the smart thing and blame everything on me - it was enough if one of us was...
It wasn't as though Mark hadn't offered to help any way he could. He had, and Holly had told him what to do, quite explicitly, and it hadn't done much to calm his increasing worries about what he had gotten himself into. Quite the opposite. "If 'Madeline' gets in touch with you," Holly had said, "call me immediately. I'll give you a new mobile number; you u...
I've hit the snooze button three times already. My alarm is going off again. I shift myself over to the side of the bed and give the clock a whack. The alarm stops. I pick up the clock and look at it. It's 8:58. John's leaving at 9, so I figure I should find him and say goodbye. I heft myself upwards and sit on the side of the bed. Getting up is kind of di...
Blood seeped under the spot where the medical gloves had torn. Shit. She quickly stripped them off, turning one inside out and balling it up in the other, the correct way, and went over to the sink, washing her hands with soap and water for the full 20 seconds. She sung 'Happy birthday' in her mind as she scrubbed her hands together, paying attention to wher...
Disclaimer: This a work of fiction. It is not real. It did not/will not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such. Chapter Five: 1989 Starring: Taylor Swift & Karlie Kloss Codes: MFF, Cons, Oral, Facial ***** 2018 Despite all his big talk, Cole was nervous about his date. He was standing in front of his mirror, preening himself. He wore a...
Housed in a tiny shack-like building right on the waterfront, Red's Java House was a famous old-school eatery. It was a bit divey but had charm, and seated at a small table right next to the window, Jeneda nervously waited for Mateo to show up. She'd ordered tea to blend in, as simply sitting at a table with no food would surely look funny. But the truth of...
Three years ago I divorced my wife of two years. I found out that she screwed the stripper at her bachelorette party but continued on and off with him while we were married. I wasn't so crushed by it that I couldn't go on, or anything like that, but I was hurt for a while. I loved her. I made out really well from the divorce though, so that helped, but it...
It was Saturday night, and the usual was happening. Martin was fucking his wife. Shereen was in her usual position, her legs propped up with the pillows. Martin thrust and pounded on top of her, trying to force himself up on his elbows. Martin was staring down into the mattress as he let his ass ride the wave. He loved his wife, and he loved fucking her. He...
Author's note: By popular demand, a follow-up to The Waif and The Wall. I've tried capturing the tone of the original and add some spice. Let me know what you think and if I succeeded by voting and leaving a comment. ~~~~ Morning. My arm looked massive curled around Beth's tiny frame as we cuddled in her bed. She wriggled. "Mmmm... I like you holding me....