Joanne had just come back from doing the school run, still angry after the argument she’d had with her husband before he stormed off to work. It was a warm sunny morning and the school holidays were approaching. They had not been in the house long and they had contractors in doing some home improvements
Sandi and Alison sat at their usual table in the cafeteria. The school food was as bad as ever, a dry Jell-O salad, cardboard hamburger and soggy French- fries. “This junk is inedible,” Sandi said with scorn, pushing it to the side of her plate. “Not nearly as nice as sperm, I’ll bet,” Alison said,
It was a Thursday when I got a call out of the blue from a long time friend of mine, Helen. We went to school together but now only kept in touch sporadically. Helen never married, but had climbed the corporate ladder and so money was never an issue. Unfortunately that was not the case
It was the second time I have ever been with a girl. This girl was much more experienced then me even though she was a year younger. She was very hot and sexy, and her tits were so big and perky, and that body was to die for. The best part to me was her
I awoke with a hangover headache, not knowing where I was. There was a woman snoring next to me. I looked. Thick, long, black hair. Really thick. Memory came flooding in. I’d done it again, gone home from a party with some girl. She had been eyeing me all night, but I hadn’t thought her
It was the start of summer just before my 18th birthday. Ann and I had been going steady for almost two years and she was leaving the next day for summer vacation with her parents.We planned on making love for the very first time and I had asked my grandmother, who lived across town if
My birthday wasn’t looking good. Now, I’m a strong believer in the idea that having a good birthday was my responsibility, but this year chips had been falling where they may and despite my usual optimism I didn’t see much to give me hope. My best friends were deserting me; Brian needed to go down
Yes…. my wife is a slut. Ok…. I get that, but many people think the word “slut” is extremely derogatory or for whatever reason think that a “slut” is someone who is poor. My wife is just the opposite. She is very religious, very well known in her community and we are certainly not poor.
We were all loaded up for the hour and a half drive. Katy was driving, Logan took shotgun , which left me in the back between Sandra and Lana. It was late and everyone was tired and crowded with all our gear taking up room in the suv. Logan had nodded off to sleep and
Betty did not hear the footsteps. She was in the kitchen looking out the window, watching wild geese feeding in her back yard, but she had a creepy feeling that somebody was watching her. Slowly she turned her head, and gasped when she saw him standing there not ten feet from her. Some said he
My name is Scott, and I have a smoking fetish. My girl- friend’s name is Colby; she’s an artist who has a bit of a local name, and we’ve been going out for almost a year and a half. We met at a nightclub: Colby had just moved to town and was being shown around
Stacey covered her mouth as the crowd of females emerged from their various hiding places with a shout of “Surprise!” She had heard of surprise birthday parties, but not surprise bachelorette parties. The girls came up to her one-by-one and offered congratulations on her upcoming wedding. She glowered at Megan, her best friend, who wore
Well, my thinking that first night wasn’t all that clear with all the shots we had been taking. We were both pretty toasted, thousands of miles away from home on a business trip. We work for a large corporation. I’m a regional manager for our business, and she’s a direct report. We work very closely
The wedding reception was half over and Wendy, the wedding planner, had just finished her meal. As she normally does, she wove her way through the dance floor and the many dancing couples to prop herself against the far wall away from the wedding revelers. For the next half hour perhaps she would have time
“Can you get those invoices mailed out today?” “Sure. Do you need me to email that proposal also?” “Oh shit. Yes please. Thanks.” Having someone to help with the little things was a big help. I had gone through about five temps before I found someone who could not only do what I needed, but