It was Christmas Eve, and the company had let us out at noon, so a bunch of us headed for a local restaurant/bar to have an ‘unofficial’ Christmas get- together. The politically correct ‘Holiday Party’ would be after the New Year — probably because it would be cheaper then — but we were more interested
Carol was up early. She was actually a little nervous about today. What if James was tiring of her? What if he saw her as some needy old women? She wasn’t all that old, just 28. But that was twice James’ age. At 9 o’clock on the nose he was assembling the pool sweep. Carol
The days since I discovered IQ, without exception, have been the best – particularly in terms of sheer debauchery. In all my previous relations, I felt compelled to restrain my less honorable tendencies. With IQ, I am shocked more often than shocking. She tasks me. The path which has led me into her lusty embrace
I always wanted to tell this story…in a way, that little wench Yoko is what started me down the road to infatuation with the women of the Far East. ‘Fucking’ seemed to be a bit strong, so I decided to borrow a term from the tongue of Mother England. I think ‘shagging’ is very apt.
Louise definietly enjoyed sex with all the girls, and certainly enjoyed fucking me. The month of June went by quickly. I never kept score, but Louise was always sure to tell me if she had sex with them when I was not around. She did not go into detail, she would just say, Jennie and
“For sale?” I wasn’t too surprised to see the sign go up on the empty place next door. It has been more than eight months since the Cooke family moved out. They were the kind of neighbors you like to have – friendly, quiet, and on the rare occasion they had a party they made
Do you know how long a week is? It’s supposed to be seven days, but this one felt like a month — no — a year. Seven days could not pass soon enough. Jenny was in my mind 24 hours a day. I fantasized about her at work. I imagined her as I eyed cute
Nineteen year old Brooke had a little wild in her. Now that she was attending college, she was expressing herself and taking advantage to let that wild out. Her smooth, silky skin was the color of coffee with a little cream. She wore her hair long and loose, with a little bit of wave to
Finally with a last kiss, Vicky dozed off. She was soon breathing deeply. She rolled onto her side, and I spooned up against her, and went off to sleep also. I awoke early, and crawled out of bed. The first thing I did was hit the shower. Vicky was still sound asleep, and I went
Vashti wandered down the deserted beach, when she looked back along the sandy stretch of pure white sand, she could still see the tops of the grass-roofed huts of the small resort where she was staying. The water was a cool placid expanse of turquoise ripples, which lapped playfully at her toes with each step.
I work in a field that’s dominated by women, and so the vast majority of my coworkers are members of the fairer sex. What that means precisely for this married man is that I have a lot of fodder for my spank bank. There hasn’t been a single female coworker, young or middle-aged, crippled or
A few nights later, I was pacing nervously in my office as I waited for my guest to arrive. I’d pimped girls out before of course, but it was especially important tonight that nothing was fucked up. The client was a very powerful and very dangerous mobster, and the girl that he wanted was Michelle,
It was part of the job. I knew it was coming. I was kind of looking forward to it. Counselor. Career coach. Passing the torch. Whatever you called it, there was a considerable amount of effort and sensitivity involved. It’s essential for the organization. It was crucial for the trainee. It was a turning point
When my friend Tom married his wife, Sadie, she was three months pregnant. The thing was he couldn’t even remember the time that he got her pregnant. He was drunk. Actually he was passed out. He couldn’t even remember playing with her tits or anything. Well there is a good reason that he couldn’t remember.
The week after her run in with the bully, the elusive Miss Reeves, and her subsequent first punishment from Mr Edwards, Cassie was in the school canteen, buying lunch. She had picked up a packet of crisps and a bottle of fruit juice, and was reaching up to the top shelf of the cooler to