Porn At The Shoe Store

This story takes place in shoe store where I worked part time during the early 1970’s, I was in college and worked night and weekends to help pay the tab, it was rather late on a Friday night only about an hour before closing, business had been slow and the assistant manager who was in

A man tries to sooth a hassled workmate’s ruffled nerves, only to become fuck-buddies

It started with a message on my voicemail. “Hi babe. Those damn fuckers. I just got out of the meeting and I’ve had it. I’m going home. See you tomorrow.” I had some trouble hearing the message because she’d called from her car and the cell phone wasn’t living up to its advertised crystal clarity.

Bukkake Box of Infinite Glory

It was weird. I used to hate those women who were always checking themselves in the mirror; inspecting their hair; reviewing their make-up; examining their curves and cleavage. Get the fuck over yourself, I’d think. But on the day after we got back from vacation I found myself doing the exactly same thing. Well, not

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