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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 …
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, …
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 …
John sat quietly eating the last of his sandwiches in the corner cafe as
he watched and listened to his friend Bill whinge and complain about not
being able to get the best out of his athletes whenever they performed.
Bill was the head coach at the local university, in charge of all of the
athletes and responsible to the …
Read More →John Smith was a forty-two year old flight instructor with a small, but
popular flight training centre-popular because most of the students at the
busy little school were his. He worked for the school on a contract basis,
taking an initial trial introductory prospective for their first interview,
aptitude test, and short airborne coordination flight to ascertain whether
or not …
Read More →I had just completed the very nasty job for cleaning the furnace for the
Jones family. I knew that I would unable to sale anything on this call because
the only person in to the house when I arrived was the grandmother. I hated it
when my customers did that. I had hurried through my work so that I could …
Read More →My name’s Sandi, and I want to tell you about some of the horny
adventures I’ve had. This one’s about when I left school and got
a job in an office. Unfortunately some of what REALLY happened
is probably a bit too naughty to tell you, so I’ve had to miss
it out! Still, even without it, I think that …
My dildo was rammed back up my ass to hold in the soup of piss and cum
as the head waiter held my bunches and fucked my mouth as hard as he
could, grunting as his cock forced its way down my throat. I looked into
his eyes and smiled round his prick. ‘you dirty cunt’ was all he said …
Barbara is tall, about 5′ 7″, slender and light-boned, so that her 127 pounds
are not skinny. She wears her deep brown hair short and curly, and dresses for
business in tailored pantsuits, with just a touch of color in her accessories.
Although she appears to be in her early thirties, she will celebrate her
forty-second birthday this coming November.…
A few weeks ago, my wife Krista and I attended a party
at her friend’s home. It was an informal affair, just
drinks and snacks. There were about 9 or 10 couples
there, all of us married and in our late twenties. It
was a holiday weekend and everyone was drinking quite a
bit. The host had made arrangements so …
Her husband’s e-mail arrived in mid-afternoon that
Monday, full of the usual. Some help with an unfamiliar
UNIX command and chatter about work, dinner and the
odds that he’d get soaked by a passing shower on his
way home. The last paragraph, though, was what really
caught her attention. “I’ve been wondering how many
licks it takes to get to …