I called my twenty-six year old secretary, Morgan, into my office to correct something in a letter she just typed. While she was leaning over, bracing herself with her hands on my desk I noticed she suddenly doubled over in pain. I swiveled my chair around and saw she was holding her stomach in pain. "Morgan, are you all right?" "Not really," Morgan replie...
One Saturday afternoon, I am told that I am going to disgrace myself. Ma'am tells me that we will be going out together that evening. As usual for our evening soirees in public, I have my identity stolen. The ritual begins: my body is waxed, my cock is locked away to prevent any unsightly bulges from appearing, I am dressed in lightly coloured and figure hug...
Interrupted! I did it! The first part of my alone fun time was completed. I addressed the envelop to myself: Gere O'Keefe 869 Terry Rd. Suite 81 Streetsville, On. I placed a single key inside the envelop, sealed it shut and dropped it in the mail. It Wednesday and would take a couple of days, hopefully Friday before I would receive it back. You'll find...
Nordic woman learns to love BBC Ch. 1 -- True story, part one. This is a true story of a white Nordic woman in her early thirties who learned to love black cock. Names and some of the details have been changed to hide the identity of the people involved but the rest is told how it happened to me. * I did not sleep well. I was drunk. My head spun and I was...
Disclaimer: Thanks to all who commented and rated my story, Teddy bears and hugs for all! LOL. I've taking your feedback considerably, and hopefully have made this chapter a bit longer than the others. I'd like to thank my editor for her continuing contribution to this story BAM! The door slams against the wall of our apartment, as Elizabeth and I hurried...
An urban legend, maybe. ******** The bags were full of men's clothes; Shirts, T-shirts, jockey shorts, socks. Wally was going to wonder about this for a long, long time. Ten minutes earlier she had pulled up at the landfill's front booth in the mini-van that had seen its better days. She wasn't anything special to look at, blond, forty-is, no make up, gr...
Damn it's hot out here. I hate summer. I would of course live where it never rains or snows. Sun everyday, day in day out. You know it's really hot when you step outside and it's so bad it pisses you off. A car drives by, windows down with their music blaring. Thanks jerk-wad for sharing. Damn, what am I doing out here? Clearing my head... I really hate th...
Jenna Hudson was restless. She has never considered that the words 'sex' and 'boring' should ever be uttered in the same sentence. Yet here she was, yawning at the thought of the same humdrum sexual encounter with her husband. Twice a week. 15 minutes. Done. She told herself that it was because they hadn't had a lot of time together lately. Both stressed w...
Recently, we saw a photo of flowers lying in a trash can. We couldn't help but wonder at the story behind such a scene. This is a short one with little sex and a few stories within the story. Everyone portrayed is over eighteen. This is fiction; as always, all characters and events, etc. are figments of our imagination and have no connection to any living o...
Why was it that everything happened at once? She had been looking forward to relaxing this week and then her landlord had rung and told her that he had arranged for the workmen to come and replace her kitchen this week. Ok, it needed doing, the kitchen she had was from the year dot, and the landlord was putting in a fitted kitchen. She had been waiting for...