At the age of 23, Laura secured a job in the Australian outback as a cook’s assistant. She quickly learned how to assist these lonely cattlemen with more than just cooking. “Man can not live on bread alone.” The lure of earning very good money tempted me to apply to a small advertisement seeking a
Her name was Susan and she was a woman of excess and power. She was used to getting her own way with everything. But her anger seemed to dissipate very quickly as she spoke. “I heard on the radio this morning. Congratulations.” She seemed to mean it, and that took the steam out of my
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
As a salesman for a large corporation, I travel constantly. For me, flying is no more exciting than taking a bus-with the exception of one recent, unusual flight. I was late for the red-eye from Philly to San Francisco, and was dismayed to see a long line of people waiting to go through the metal
My name is Jack Duncan. I am 45 and a professional photographer. My wife Debbie is 32 with wavy, natural blonde hair atop a 5’6″ body weighing 123 pounds. Blessed with a beautiful face and stark green eyes, Debbie has shapely hips carried on long, lovely legs. With supple breasts filling a B-cup, she is
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
I was surprised when my sister Nora called me and asked if she could stop by. We didn’t get along, and rarely had any contact anymore, but she said she really needed to talk to me, so I agreed. Two years my senior, at 24, Nora lived just across town but we never even talked
Carol sat in a coffee house in Young Street, Toronto, drinking a large cup of coffee, and watching the world go by through the large shop window, when a man sat at the next table, opened his Toronto Sun and started reading the days news while sipping his cup of Tea. At first she didn’t
It was difficult telling whether the Gypsy stripper was moving around the pole or if the pole was just moving around her. She slipped around it like a silk ribbon, twisted her body around it sensuously. Her full, pouty lips were parted slightly, as though she were silently moaning. The evil and cruel Romanian club
Iris was fucking pissed off. Not only did she think Uncle Louie was an asshole, but now she was stuck in a minivan for the next 3 days with her parents and boxes and boxes of his shit. Why couldn’t they just get married in San Diego? And why couldn’t he hire a fucking mover
The last person I thought I’d hear from was Ann. We had been friends for a long time, but our husbands had a falling out and we each ended up taking our husband’s side, so we hadn’t talked for several months. In fact, I’d heard from others that Ann had been bad-mouthing me around town,
Out here at “beautiful” Pebble Creek U. (a.k.a. the State U. of New York at Stony Brook, home of mud and fluffies), we have a fairly active science fiction club, the Science Fiction Forum. Now, in addition to the standard library and games and MUDding and whatnot, we have some pretty wild people. Most of
Jodie wondered how things had ended up like they had. She was at once surprised, horrified, elated and… yes… horny. She had just taken a shower and was sitting on the john drying her hair, wondering what to do next. She stared between her legs. Yes, there was definitely sperm oozing out of her pussy.
My husband’s father, Ed, had been a widower for three years. He realized his house was too much for one person so he asked us to move in and he would live in a “mother (father)-in-laws” apartment he had built as part of the house. Dad, as I called him, was retired. Leading a very
It was a typical chilly morning in the small town in Michigan’s upper peninsula. Tom glanced at his watch as he starred out the window enjoying the morning sun razing over the horizon. He finally heard the click of the bathroom door opening and the sweet smell of Chantal’s perfume flowing into the room. “Honey?