George sat looking at Mary unhappy with what he was seeing. The twenty year old had shown up with plans to go out clubbing with his daughter Connie, whom was still in the bathroom applying her makeup. All of this was normal. The trouble was, every week Mary’s clothes were a little more trashy. This week she had knee high fuck-me boots, miniskirt, and bustier, all in black leather. The outfit was garnished with fishnet stockings.
It matched her long shiny black hair, striking blue eyes,
I really hope the men reading this story are young enough to not remember this car. It’s my husbands pride and joy. He spends so much time tinkering with it that he neglects me ….. And I need much more tinkering with!
I had an appointment in town; we live so far away I could only get to it by driving there myself. The appointment was quite important, as I had decided to go back to work.
My kids were at school all day and my man off doing his thing, leaving me rattling around in this
It had been a couple of weeks since John had been to Mrs. Adams’ house. The first visit had been the fulfillment of his every fantasy. He had mowed her yard as he promised but he made himself busy so he wouldn’t have to go back. He was afraid she had just been toying with him that first time. He would love to see those big, beautiful breasts again but didn’t think he could take the disappointment if she didn’t offer them to him. She had been so wonderful to let him enjoy
This year Jean and I celebrated our thirty-sixth wedding anniversary. I pause occasionally to glance at my wife, when she first crawls out of bed in the mornings with her white curls all tangled and snarled, or when she lays a loving hand on one of our grandchildren, and there is not one thing I would alter about her or our life together. Our hands unconsciously intertwine, even now, when we walk through a shopping mall or when we stroll along a deserted beach.
When I cup her breast or lean
I still can’t remember when this twisted little project first took hold. I think it might have been early last spring. I run an Internet-based business out of a home office in a pleasant old neighborhood downtown. I moved in a year ago and business is good. I have lots of free time and can pretty much plan my schedule any way I want.
I was wearing an old t-shirt and shorts after returning from a late morning run. My hands were on my hips, and I was taking deep gasps of air to cool down
It was the first Saturday of April and I was dozing on the sofa watching daytime Sports TV when Mum and Dad arrived home from a day shopping in town.
“Guess what?” Dad grinned as he playfully shook me from my half-sleep. “I’ve arranged an interview on Monday; for a Summer job for you!”
“You’ve done WHAT?” I growled as the enormity of the sentence hit home.
“Dad has organised an interview for you with Nick at Nicholas Shoes”. Mum
“Wow!” I exclaimed, looking at my neighbor’s daughter. “You look gorgeous!”
I had known Meagan and her family since I moved into the house, about 10 years ago. Her parents were about as good as it gets for neighbors, and I considered them friends as well. Meagan and her older sister Beth were good kids, and it was enjoyable watching them grow into beautiful young ladies. I hadn’t seen her since she went back to school after the holidays, about a month ago.
It was summertime and the campus was dead. I was in the English graduate program at the University of ______________, and nearly everyone had gone to wherever they go. I was trying to finish my degree as fast as possible because I was 29 years old and I wanted to get on with my life. Don’t get me wrong, I liked being a student, but I didn’t want to be one forever. So, during summer school I was hanging out with three other students—practically the only people left, at least for a
I was trying to be careful as I carried the brimming pitcher of dark brown beer to the table in the corner. Jack had managed to arrive with only three-quarters of one after his trip to the bar. I was limiting my intake, and so was a bit steadier, but I was also trying to stay out from in front of the projector. The pitcher finally sat safely on the table. Helen carelessly sloshed the nutty brew into her pilsner and took a long draught.
“So, guys, what’s going down this weekend? You
Life in the detective bureau was anything but routine. Everyday there were new challenges. Crime never stops.
My day began at 8:30 am. I usually stopped off on the way to work to pick up coffee and some form of breakfast for myself and for the rest of the detectives, as well as the Chief. One of my duties was a review of the crime reports filed by the uniform division during the previous 24 hours. Cops often were not skilled writers. It was my job to review their reports for accuracy and
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