The traditional rite of an autumn weekend is fast football, cold beer, and good friends. But Jim was not the kind of guy who enjoyed football. He was also not the kind of guy to swill gallons of cold beer. And he certainly didn't have many friends. Jim Handy was a young and promising architect who specialized in upscale residential buildings in the recently...
"Baby, it's just the game, of course I respect you," Leah said as she caressed the side of my face. We were laying side by side on the bed, I could see her nipple piercings glimmering through her sheer nightie. I sighed to myself and bit the inside of my cheek. "It looked like you had a special connection with Kivon..." I whispered, "Like it was more tha...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
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