My wife is not what most men would call "perfect." She doesn't have perfect tits or a perfect ass. She has had three kids, and it shows. Her tits are no longer perky. She has stretch marks and has packed on at least forty pounds more than "ideal." She keeps her hair cut short, which while practical, doesn't help her looks. She is pretty, but nowhere near "mo...
Let me begin by saying YES there are spelling errors, errors in grammar, and run on dialog. I did have a volunteer editor review this. I did have others on another hosting site offer comments and critique. I did my best to take that into consideration and make changes. I am not an English lit grad. I just feel that since I read and comment on others work I s...
Tourists mob the brick promenade along the Inner Harbor. After all, it's the first nice day since spring began: sunny skies and the air so warm one can feel comfortable wearing nothing. Leslie and Irwin Carpman, like many of the couples out today, hold hands as they stroll along the promenade, watching the people and the boats docked along the bulkhead, from...
"Hi Peep's," I'm Richard "Big Dick" Jackson or as my friends call me "BD". Well, the few friends I do have. By now you've guess, I'm black and an asshole to boot. I'm a 42 year old brotha from San Antonio, Texas. Yes it's true, that's why my friends call me "Big Dick". But it's not because I have a big dick. It's because I am a "BIG DICK". It started out in...
It all started innocently enough. Okay, maybe not. I had heard the one and only Brittany Andrews was back in LA for one night only before heading on the road for a few months, so I lied to the wife and took off for the club. Of course, by the time Brittany got on stage, I had had a lot to drink, and had also gotten up close to the stage, so I could see the w...
You always remember those fortunately few moments in life when someone said something or you learned something that brought your world to a halt and made time stand still. You think afterwards, when some semblance of a sense of humor or an interest in life has returned, that you wished you could have seen the look on your own face at that moment. You know yo...
This is a continuation of my story Slick. You should read that introductory chapter first, Chapter 2 My wife Jude and I had recently celebrated our twentieth wedding anniversary. At the time, we had one kid in college and another set to graduate high school soon. I was contemplating retirement and Jude was bored. She had been a stay-at-home mom for the pas...
Chapter 10 Frieda sighed in frustration as she looked at the papers lying on her desk. Chris needed to sign them, and she was not sure when he was coming in. these papers had to be handed in tomorrow. She had no choice left but to take the papers to Chris's house and get them signed there. However, she did not want to go to his house. She did not want to...
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Jennifer O'Rourke was a good Irish Catholic girl from Delaware County, Pennsylvania. The petite redhead went to church each Sunday for most of her 28 years. She loved travel, reading mystery novels, her Marketing Analyst position at the local gas company and her thrice-a-week visits to the local gym. She wasn't perfect, as witnessed by her weekly visits to...