Susan Ann Clancy sat quietly in her six
year old Ford Escort in the parking lot for Krazy
Kate’s Video Store. For the third time in the last
half-hour, the forty-six year old high school
history Teacher checked her watch. Then the
short haired redhead looked out the window to
the small sign on the store’s door that listed the…
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I moved into my friend’s apartment only two weeks into my senior year of high
school. Problems at home with my mother, father and younger brother were
simply too much for me to handle. I was struggling to redeem myself and get
into something other than the local city college. I knew I wasn’t headed to
Harvard or anything, but …
Most people have never heard of me. I like it that way. Fighting
crime is tough enough without having to maintain a rep. My unique
talents don’t lend themselves to being displayed on the big screen.
Well maybe in a porno movie. Yeah, like I’m going to sell my life
story to some porn producer. Get real.
I always knew …
Read More →Before I get to the story itself I’d like to give a
little background. Lisa
and I live on an island off the coast. Unlike most
islands, we don’t rely on tourism
to boost our economy. In fact, the community goes to
great lengths to keep tourists
from finding out about our island.
The island has been kept hard to …
Not many folks know about fixers. Those that
think they do, usually don’t. They have the wrong
idea. People think fixers kill people, or maybe
break their legs. I don’t want to say we NEVER
get rough, but most of what we do is pretty
routine, and even boring.
Say some little starlet is photographed
coming out of some gay …
His balls bounce against my nose as he brushes his
cock across my cheek. He moves his dick toward my mouth and runs it
over my lips. He says, “Lick it, baby…”
My tongue emerges between my lips and touches the hot flesh of his
cockhead. I push my tongue out further and slide it along the bottom
of his …
The
Winner lifts one of my feet out of the skirt and then the other. He
throws my skirt somewhere behind me.
The Winner stands in front of me. His hand touches me just below my
breasts. His hands move over my belly and work their way down. He
moves his hand down to my pantyhose and presses his palm …
My name is Susan and I want to tell you what happened to me
recently. I’m doing this because right now I feel guilt, and remorse,
and most of all because I can’t tell my husband, Peter (not his real
name), but I have to tell someone. Maybe publishing this anonymously
on the web will help cleanse the shame I …
If, for some reason, you feel offended by
sexual stories, then I don’t know why you have opened
this one. Maybe to be offended, so you can complain
about how awful it is that somebody writes stuff like
this. If that’s the case, my advice is to seek
professional help. You need it. The following story is
posted for the …
I met Kelly, in of all places, an overgrown
churchyard. I had been roped into helping out with a ground-
clearance scheme, to get this neglected churchyard back into
some sort of reasonable condition. There were quite a number
of helpers, including several whom I knew.
I noticed this girl in her twenties, attractive,
slim but by no means skinny, …
For the next two days Ryan was on pens and needles. This is worse than
waiting for Christmas, he thought to himself. Still, the presents are well
worth the wait.
Ryan had given a lot of thought to what he was going to do. He knew that if
he weren’t careful, the changes he was thinking about for his roommates…
Ryan was sitting in the most isolated computer cubicle he could find. It
was his usual spot. The one where he could surf the internet without people
seeing what he was looking at. Ryan knew that several people used the spot
to surf for porn, just like him, he just doubted they were looking at quite
the same sites. Ryan …
Over the years I’ve worked really hard to get to the top,
sacrificing everything to become what I am today, but it’s paid off.
I’m one of only three female vice-presidents in our company, and I’m
making a ton of money. Unfortunately, that’s all I have to show for my
hard work. Money, and the by-products of money. Nothing else. …
This is not exactly about lightning striking in the same place twice, but
it’s close.
In the middle of November of the year after he met Mary Nelson, George
Chitwood went past the Greyhound station after work on Friday. No, you haven’t
been here before, not exactly. He did this a couple of times a month for some
years, especially …
Hmmmm Yes. I am stepping out of the taxi-cab in front of your hotel. It
could be Milan or New York or Beverly Hills. No matter. Its the
presentation, the gestalt thats important. I stretch my four inch high
heeled legs encased in sheer black back seamed stockings out of the cab as
my leopard print soft supple leather skirt …