You'd kept your relationship with Mistress secret. After all, you'd never done anything like that before, and you had a job to protect. As much as you loved the idea of playing in those waters, you'd built yourself a good life on dry land. The first time you met Mistress in person, she looked you over silently for several minutes as you fidgeted under her g...
"Jake! How've ya been?" the stocky man in oil stained overalls asked, as he greeted me with a cheery wave. He put down his torque wrench, and strolled across the garage to join me. I stepped down out of my car, closing the heavy door with the satisfying weighty sound of well oiled hinges locking it into place. "Not bad, not bad at all, Bob," I replied, with...
My slut wife. The Final Chapter During our last year together, my wife became very derogatory towards me, putting me down as a man and telling me I wasn't able to properly satisfy her. Twice that year she disappeared on me and the boys. The first time she went missing, she called the next morning and said she was at a YWCA safe house because she was afraid...
(I apologize if this takes a while to get going. I'm trying to make this a continuing story, and I've got a lot of ground to cover. Enjoy!) * Six weeks later, I found myself leaving St. Louis, and headed back toward where Rochelle lived. For almost five hours while I drove across southern Missouri, all I could do was think about Rochelle -- actually, all I...
DISCLAIMER: If you're reading this and you are under 18, ask LBJ how many babies he killed today. Put that fucker in his place, you've got rights, man! ------------- Julia was young when she grew scared of sleeping. So scared, in fact, that she did everything- and took everything- possible to stop it. Though a clever girl, her phobia and other disorders g...
A roadside dance bar somewhere off the interstate. Late at night. You've been driving for hours, taking your load south to Atlanta. Parking your rig at the truckstop, you're road-weary, but wired. A buddy you meet in the coffeeshop tells you about this bar - and you walk down together. You could use a drink. The bar is warm, dark, wood, with pools of light...
A continuation of my sexual life after High School and into adult life. True story, so don't make my mistakes. (c)Hellraser 2015 ***** I met Marge on a weekend assignment from my Army Reserve unit. We were 'volunteered' to work at a convalescent home to relieve the staff one weekend a month. Marge was the switchboard operator there. To describe her, it's...
I don't remember exactly when I met Molly. I had stopped off for the night in Des Moines on a long coast-to-coast haul It was a long night, with lots of drinks, and the earliest I can remember we were chatting like old friends. She was one of those girls with no barriers: everything she thought came straight through her mouth, and she had kind of a dirty min...
Torrie Wilson Every once in a while you run into something magical. I was pulling my big rig into the Flying J Truckstop in Eherenberg off the I-10 at the California., Arizona border. I saw a really nice tour bus pulled up at the pump next to mine. One of the nice parts about being a trucker is that you meet the most interesting people. Everybody needs gas...
Introduction: Time spent recalling my younger years. This is a long story and it is as true as my memory serves. If you're looking for a quick one-off, skip this one. Things actually took place and I've changed or omitted the names of other people not directly involved with our continued time together. ***** I had always been sexually active growing u...