My husband and I have a little friendly wager going. We both think our own holes are the best. I'm convinced that my holes are excellent at milking a hard cock, and he's certain that his are even better. To make the wager even, we're ignoring my warm and slippery cunt hole and focusing on the things we have in common: our mouths and our asses. This weekend...
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"I'll take care of your coat for you, Prudence," I offered as I helped her remove her fur jacket. "Thanks, Mike," she smiled. "I'll see you at the bar after you've finished that little chore." That was when I noticed Steve Watkins and Barry Reynolds standing between me and the coat room. I could barely conceal my distaste as I attempted to walk around them...
Things had been going very well for me over the past two years. I had been promoted to Vice President of Finance in my company and Cindy and I had finally been financially able to get ourselves into a position where we again owned our own home and were pretty secure. Life looked very good for both Cindy and I at this point, all our problems behind us and not...
Chapter 9: I Can See Clearly Now At 7:25 I heard a car pull up in front of the apartment. I felt my hart jump. I was starting to feel relieved. The only thing I was worrying about was that Lisa might show up with this George guy. Then it would be just like the day I came home and found Lisa waiting for me with that piece of shit Devers. When the doorbell...
Thank you for the many positive remarks. Despite the early morning hours which I had snuck down to the system to work on the submission and subsequently left several typos and mistakes the patience that you expressed (for the most part that is ) is much appreciated. A little background for this is as such: The wager is true. I lost a bet for the purpose of a...
It started, innocently enough. My husband and a close friend had talked about doing a all day poker, March-madness get together. Having been married to him for nearly 10 years, I'd grown accustomed to the idea of college basketball and the back seat that I'd inevitably take in March. Personally, I didn't enjoy watching on TV but did enjoy gong to them in per...
He had been waiting for this night for what to him seemed like an eternity. It had been almost three weeks since he had last been in her presence. He had spent that whole time yearning, anticipating, and fantasizing, and now it was Friday night and he was finally at her door. He tried to savor the last few seconds of anticipation. Before tonight, because o...
“Hello, I am Guy Goldstein and welcome to ‘You Bet Your Ass’, the game show the pits four sexy constants willing to risk sexual humiliation on television for the chance to win cash prizes. Today’s show is Jocks vs. Geeks, and we certainly have a ‘stacked’ show for you tonight, if you know what I mean.” Samantha takes a deep breath as the stage director gives...
Weary. That was the single word which echoed in my mind as I sat in the dimly lit club. The smoky atmosphere making it seem even darker than the night outside. People walking past me, some coming within inches of where I sat but none saw me. It was childs play for me to hide from human sight, a trait learned long ago, perfected over time. Parlor tricks, a s...