It would have been three weeks since the last hooker Jason had in his seedy Vega motel room. As he walked into the casino after another horrible night at the comedy bar, his goal was either to get rich gambling or at least find a good lady to fuck that night. The blackjack tables were all crowded that night, no doubt from all the senior citizens that came fr...
The script hit the desk with a thump and her long sigh fell over the front page. Lacey read the title over and over, rubbing her temples, wondering who to call first, husband or agent. She didn't want to look weak, not now, not for anybody. Every page—and she had read them all—every page had LACEY CHABERT printed across in red ink. It had been exhilarating...
Helen's POV Beginning later the night Jessie gets back home from Rubble Beach Julie knocked, opened the door and walked into the room they all called the command centre, looking disapprovingly at her friend and boss. "You must get some rest. Let someone else take over for a little while." Helen took a deep breath and rubbed her forehead. "Things are going...
Chapter 2 -- Departure Jack awoke to the pleasurable feeling of fellatio. As he opened his eyes he saw Quillé already working hungrily on his cock. The petite goddess was sucking long and deep, while grinding herself against his leg, leaving wet trails on his shin. Jack couldn't help but smile. Is it because of me, or is she like this with everybody? Looki...
I woke up to the thud of the landing gear touching down at the airport in Phoenix. Despite sleeping for the three-hour flight from Chicago down to Arizona, I was still exhausted. But I smiled at the view out the plane's window. The cloudless sky was bluer than I had ever seen it. The sun was bright, the heat radiating from the runway as it baked the paveme...
Chapter 9. "Getaway" Topic: I'm so sorry... Private Message to: Bella_HER From: ChazWazzle I'm so sorry... Sent: July 26, 2016, 9:12pm PST Dearest Bella, First off, thank you for responding. >>> It's been hard for me to keep up with all of your messages, Charlie, and it's never a good idea to call Jason (AKA my boss) on the phone and vent...
I looked up wanting to see myself with my pants down around my feet and with Jamie Lee on her knees and her mouth attached to my cock. She was giving me an incredible blowjob and I was humping her mouth making the most of her milking my cock. Only, when I looked up, there was a man and a woman standing behind us by the door that led to the kitchen some sixty...
It was 7.30 in the evening of my twenty-eighth birthday, and I was sitting outside a bar on Tripoli's Sharia Istiklal (Independence Street) with a half-litre of ice-cold Amstel in front of me, watching the young Italian girls walking up and down arm in arm in twos and threes on their regular evening passeggiata, chattering away to each other and eyeing the b...
I need to thank my editing team. Harddaysknight is my mentor and reads for me, giving me critical advice. SBrookx103x also reads for me and gives me peer review. My editors are PapaKilo14, Hal, Olddave1951 and GeorgeAnderson. Thank you, gentlemen, I love you all. This story is a repost from another site several years ago. I had to take it down, but now have...
O, love and summer. You are in the dreams and in me. —Walt Whitman, The Sleepers Wednesday was the last day of my little lawn service business. It was like so many other days in that summer of 1979, hot and close, the air an atomized poison of car exhaust and dew steaming off roof shingles. I was nervous about seeing Eleanor Kaminski one more time, afraid...