Jack grabbed his girl Emily by the wrist and dragged her to the bathroom. “I’m s…sorry,” she whispered. “No, that’s not good enough!” Jack replied. He was outraged, his face red with fury, half running while Emily dangled from behind, her mascara beginning to run. She was a gorgeous girl, 5’ 8’’ with long flowing…
Laurene Fenston’s mind was heavy as she drove her old car from home to work. She was on the afternoon shift at the factory and wouldn’t see her husband again until . . . who knew when; then, she wondered when that might be. Jim, her husband had been a very successful contractor, building houses…
I mop the floor angrily, listing all the reasons in my head to pack this stupid job in once and for all. The demeaning uniform, the bad pay, rowdy customers and rubbish tips all added up to a job that wasn’t worth it any more. The new manager and all his ‘new’ ideas meant that…
Chapter 1 Ending: The next night, after I tied her up and blindfolded her, I told her I was opening the shade so Bill could watch us fuck. She moaned, and I went to put the onions on the stove, then opened the window. Sure enough, Bill was just coming out of the house next…
Gina, my lovely 53 year-old lover, had been over for the afternoon before I left town that night for a business trip and we were naturally in bed fucking our brains out. She rode me to several of her own orgasms that afternoon. Before that she had given me one of her awesome blowjobs that…
“Here she comes boys,” he shouts, waggling his eyebrows at me as I walk through the classroom door. My eyes focus on him, and am amused to see that he is practically drooling as he watched me saunter the ten feet to where he stood with his jock friends. “Jared Casey, you are so full…
At fifty, I decided that it was time to retire from my part-time law enforcement career. My biggest concern was keeping my certification from going to inactive status. Fortunately I had made friends with the director of the local police academy, who clued me in to the fact that instructors at the academy were granted…
I recommend reading my story titled “The Wages of Sin-Part 1” first… I had just delivered thirty with the belt across 18-year old Erica’s clothed buttocks for stealing wine from the church, and had experienced an erotic reaction the likes of which I had never had before. Now, I had turned to 19-year old Meredith,…
He watched the couple embrace passionately against the unyielding surface of her front door. It was the end of the second date, and yet the two were sucking each other’s tongues down their throats as if their lives depended upon the decadence of their lover’s mouth. The woman had her arms wrapped tightly around the…
“Gotcha!” I said to myself in satisfaction as I reviewed the video feed from the security camera. “Gotcha, indeed!” As the lead Verger at an Anglican-rite church, one of my duties was being the de facto head of the Worship Committee. A few years ago, towards the end of the summer, one of the Altar…
Thanks for all the nice comments on my previous story “Gail and Gina and Me”. Some of you wondered where my road went after that story ended, so in this story, I continue my path to rehabilitation and mental happiness. After Gina and Gail moved down to Florida, I was bereft of their friendship and…
Starlight and candlelight gave warmth to the night as nobles and royalty danced intricately choreographed dances to the soft sighs of strings and the rolling trills of woodwinds. In the flickering light, priceless jewels shone darkly against powdered white skin. Brightly colored dresses that billow from tightly laced waists swirl gracefully as those who wear…
About twenty years ago, when I was in my thirties and had moved to Florida, I started attending a very traditional Anglican-style church. I became actively involved, to the point where about ten years ago I became the head Verger. A major part of that job is coordinating and choreographing the various aspects of the…
A fine shiver raced up Kat’s spine, and she knew it was more from the darkness that clung to the curves of the hiking trail than the autumn air that was far too cool for the Capri yoga pants and cropped tank that was her running outfit. Overhead, Spanish moss draped from the boughs of…
I had been exchanging emails and staying in touch with Jan for sometime via a social networking site and it so happened that I was meeting with a potential client in Orlando, FL, where she lived. Jan is 45 years old and had gone through a bitter divorce with her husband of 25 years who…