Molly was fidgeting. She couldn't help it. She was pacing. She had to. She couldn't sit still. This was the day. The day of the party for the so-called 'sex group' had arrived. The one for which Mr. X had tested her. Apparently, they gathered about once a month for such parties, and Mr. X supplied the center of attraction for the events. In this case - her....
It had been a while since I got laid; too long in fact and I was fit to be tied. Work presented no opportunities as of late with the added enhancement of a nasty rumor circulating about me and Holly, (See: Dirty Dawg: Big Tit Derby) one of my coworkers in the mail room. There was some truth to the rumors however as Holly and I had engaged in some X-rated fol...
Micheal Scott McKinley sat on his bunk absently reading a seven year old wrinkled and dusty copy of a dated National Geographic from the prison library. An article about a failed attempt by several mountaineers to scale Mount Everest had vaguely caught his eye. Being an adrenaline junkie his whole life, McKinley had sill not gotten use to the stale, monoto...
David was frozen in place, the jacket of his tuxedo halfway up his arms, staring at his wife as if she’d just sprouted wings. “WHAT did you just say?” Katie was slipping into a pair of saucy red heels to compliment her equally hot red dress. “What’s wrong, honey?” she smiled sweetly, finishing with the heels and sliding earrings on. “You’re getting old--...
Chapter Five Epidemic Jarod and Marie headed for the car and started driving back to Jarod's place. They figured that it would be safer to stay there, since it was more secluded, being a house instead of an apartment. "Jarod. Do you think we're in time? Is it contained?" "I really don't know. I guess we have to act as if it is? If it isn't, then the worl...
The plan was simple. Hop the fence in the southwest corner of the property, move through the trees to the tall bushes along the side of the house, pick the lock on the side door just off the laundry room, and disable the alarm. Advance to the second door passed the kitchen, the safe is located in the wall behind a framed, signed, personal letter from John F....
It was hot! Not the kind of heat one would feel in most areas of the country in July, but the humid, oppressive heat that was common in any part of South Florida except the beaches. That's what it was like when Josh stepped out the rear door of the nondescript concrete block house in the Northwest part of Fort Lauderdale. The house had been built in the fort...
In which, after some startling revelations, our Mr. Smith receives an unexpected bedtime story of love and kind offerings, and reciprocates accordingly. * * * * I couldn't come to grips with what was obviously staring me in the face, and in a big way. Literally. Sarah was sitting next to me on a sofa, talking softly as I worked to pay attention, looking de...
Paris would have been my first choice, With perhaps Rome or Amsterdam second. But Hamburg? It was hardly tourist-land. But Wendy's name had been on the entry form and she had chosen Hamburg. "We've been to all the others." She said. It had been one of those "You have been chosen..... " things, which come through the letterbox most days. I had always though...
Please note that the characters in the story below are fictional. Any similarities to living persons is not intentional. This story should only be read by persons 18 years or older. Do not read this story if it contravenes the laws of your jurisdiction. Chris' Red Rocket I am sitting in the library, waiting for my next student. I can't even remember what...