“What’s the matter, Lizzie?” Sarah’s hands squeezed my shoulders and her hair brushed my cheek as she leaned over to peek at the papers strewn over the desk.
“I think this is my 20th hang up in a row tonight,” I complained, rolling my eyes toward the phone. “They finish half this stupid survey and decide it’s too long and hang up.”
“Aww I know, but don’t sweat it, hon. Don just went home and left me in charge, let’s knock off ten minutes early and grab a Dew,” she said, reaching across me and
Susan was a young woman who enjoyed the finer things in life. Cordon Bleu food, designer clothes, cellared wines, as well as various forms of art. It was due to her interest in the arts that she had become involved as a volunteer at Hilton Galleries. Although her involvement was limited to leading a guided tour through the ‘touring arts’ gallery every few weeks, it suited her well, as her main employment was as a receptionist at a busy medical practice.
At least at the gallery, she may meet
The door swings open and Michelle rushes in. Caitlyn barely twitches as she sits on the couch flipping through channels on the television, a bowl of candy sitting before her now primarily full of wrappers.
“Hey, those were for the children, Cait.”
“I only ate the Kit-Kats.”
“Yeah, those are the best ones. Do you want us to have the worst candy on the block?” Michelle flops onto the couch and removes her side bag.
“No,” she says unwrapping another.
I didn’t want to go.
I wasn’t really given a choice. I was the manager of the project, the clients were paying our bank sa fortune in fees for the work we were doing, and we had been given to understand from our local team in their home country that
“Pick up your seating assignment at the front table, please,” said the young man in the white shirt and black slacks. The badge on his chest proclaimed his name to be Chad. Hazel was sure his nickname in high school was probably “Pizza Face” or something similar. The poor guy really needed a dermatologist, or one of those miracle creams they sell on television for severe acne. As Hazel approached the table, Chad smiled brightly at her.
“Very nice to see you again,
The basis for this story is autobiographical, but I do make changes with names of individuals and some of the content to make the story flow more smoothly such as entering the minds of characters to reveal possible thoughts leading up to their actions.
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Dolly was born and lived in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, in an area above city center that is called the Hill District.
Now by that name one might think this is a very exclusive and wealthy part of the city just as one
My name is Marissa Cassell and I am a Freshmen at Midwestern University. I am 5′ 3″, 110lbs, with straight shoulder length blond hair, grayish blue eyes, and a very light complexion. I am a 34B, barely and wear a size 6. I am also sexually experienced, not a slut mind you, but I had my fair share of partners in High School and I enjoyed most of them, but always found something a little lacking. But going to college, there was one experience I had yet to try.
I was very bi-curious.
She wasn’t the first woman to catch Macy’s eye and she wouldn’t be the last, but at the time she captured Macy’s heart and body in way’s that Macy had never before imagined possible. It was a forbidden, secret relationship, but that was nothing new. Eventually it would end with heart breaking finality, but that too was hardly anything new for Macy. Not that any of it mattered at the time. It wasn’t about the past and it wasn’t about the future.
It was
My name is Jennifer. I’m a thirty-nine year old divorcee and mother of two precious little boys. Of course, they aren’t so little anymore for Seth just turned twelve last month and Cody will be ten next month; but they are still my babies. And like any mother, they are my whole life; my whole world and my very reason for living. I spoil them rotten and dote on them constantly. Their father and I have been divorced for nearly five years now and according to the divorce decree, he has
“This feel good Trix?” she whispered in my ear.
“Fuck yeah, don’t stop.”
“Is it the best ever?” she asked as she licked my cheek, her nail dragging over my clit as she did so.
“Mm-hmm.”
She lingered over my clit once more with her fingernail and carried on, down, between the wet folds of my cunt lips, and pushed her finger inside me.
She scratched over my inner flesh, back and forth, inching further into me. I suddenly gasped, my eyes
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