It all started as another typical shopping day at the supermarket. I wouldn’t mind shopping, except that Carl and I work such long hours. I usually work at least 48 hours, and sometimes as many as 75, except for November and December, when I work more still. So you can see why I don’t like
Oral train ride
The most rememberable event of my teenage years, was a three day train ride aboard the Amtrack from my parent’s house in Washington State, to my grandparent’s house down in Florida. I was just 18years old and although i had riden the train many times, this one was the longest and most fun. This also
Homebodies part 2.
Days went by and we both became more and more comfortable around each other. Katie seemed cheery, bouncy, happy, playful, different in many ways from her former self. She was still incredibly sweet like before, but it was like she’d blossomed emotionally and was much more open to me, more affectionate and more at ease.
Office Supplies
“What is that?” “It’s, uh, my dick.” “Why do you have it on my desk?” “Because I want your opinion.” “It’s…nice. I could put it to good use. I mean, if it were available.” “I’ve got plans for it if things go the way I hope.” “Your _hope_ is getting bigger. Maybe we should call
Apple IS the teacher…
Apple parked her car about a block from the beach, and strolled towards where her friends said the party would be. Rebecca had invited her earlier in the week, and said that she had some friends she “really wanted her to meet,” whatever that meant. Apple was just looking to get out of the house
Bad night gets better
Ruby was unhappy. Actually, as she slammed her cell phone down, she was pissed. Nothing today had gone right. Work sucked, and the only thing that had gotten her through it was the thought of meeting her friend Sandy for some drinks and a ladies’ night out. Even out in the parking lot, she had
My first time with a mature woman
It was the summer of 2001 and I had a date setup with, Dianne, I was 20 then and she was going on 43. I always had a fantasy about older woman and it was about to finally come true. She was about 5′ 9, slender built with long blonde hair that flowed down her
Sleeping Natasha
I only ever screwed Natasha once, but boy was it a doozy. She was 19, short, slim with strawberry blonde hair, a pretty face, not much in the chest area but an arse you could crack walnuts on. I got to know Natasha through mutual friends, and got along so well with her we became