It had been a couple of weeks since the events in the club with Mom and Anna, and I had thought about it every night for the first week, shooting my load into socks, towels, and other places. That’s right, I masturbate. I mean, I could just walk down the hall to Anna’s room and get a nice long blowjob, I’m sure, but with Macy in the room next door and Ted across the hall with Mom, I didn’t dare try. Instead, I’d just ease my tension with a little one on one.
An interesting thing happened to me this weekend. First, I will introduce everyone a little.
My wife and I live in Suburban, USA. Nothing unusual ever happens here. That was until, Tom and Felicia moved in next door.
They are an attractive couple. Both of them are in their middle twenty’s. They don’t have any children, yet. Although, I think they are planning on it, soon.
Tom’s an executive, at a local home supply company. He works, many times, at night or on the weekends.
My grandfather emigrated from Austria in 1919. He had four sisters, but he was the only boy.
He married my grandmother in 1940. Unable for whatever reason to have children of their own, they eventually adopted a girl (Mary) and a boy (Peter), and each of them in turn had a boy (John Mark for Mary; Matthew (me) for Peter) and a girl (Elizabeth for Mary; Joan (my sister) for Peter).
I was the youngest of the four grandchildren. I had always looked up to John Mark, who was 6 years older than me.
You greet me with a nod and a glance. I know I have to obey your instructions and walk into your room silently.
I stand there as you walked around me, touching my clothes, a single finger tracing my form. Standing face to face, you grab the collar of my shirt and, expressionless, you rip it open and shred it from my body.
Without even looking down you grasp my skirt and tear it open, letting it fall to the floor at my feet. I do not take my eyes off of you, even though my heart is trying to
It was around 7pm on December 22, when my cab from the airport pulled up to the curb. An awkward nervousness rumbled in my stomach as I paid the driver then removed my suitcases and gift bags from the trunk. I paused for a moment and stood at the gate to the yard of the house were I grew up. I took a deep breath before heading up the walkway to the front door.
See, my family was expecting me home on Christmas day, but I thought it would be a fun surprise to show up a few days early. I had not
Gemma sat on the train wishing it would hurry up and get there. She couldn’t wait to get to Leeds to meet Neil. They had been waiting for this day for ages, they were finally getting to meet. They had met in an Internet chat room, and had chatted a lot about sex. They had cyber sex often but they wanting to fuck each other more than anything. They had been planning to meet and now it was finally happening.
Sitting on the busy train, Gemma wondered if anyone realised how excited she was
Ingrid Rios drove the cue stick forward in a smooth motion. The cue ball kissed the bumper and grazed the black ball that hung on the very edge of the pocket, causing it to fall.
“That’s a hundred Manny, wanna double up again?” the small woman asked as she chalked her cue.
“Nah, you’re already into me for most of my take on the deal I came here to do. I’ll give the rest to the putas over at Rosie’s, at least I’ll get something for the
After a long week at work, I think I was just as happy not to have a date: changing into a t-shirt and sweatpants, ordering a pizza, opening a beer and watching the ballgame on tv sounded like a pretty good plan. Then in the top of the eighth inning, I heard a loud crash from the apartment next door.
This didn’t sound good, especially since my neighbor Clair’s boyfriend is a nasty piece of work and I wouldn’t put it past him to get violent.
Still in my bare feet, I went out to
Chapter 1
It seemed like the thousandth time that I’d taken that trip to San Jose, but this time it was different. I was going for good this time.
After years of talking to people out there, it seemed that just moving out was the smart thing for my career. It’d certainly make a difference in my wallet.
My flight had been canceled the night before, so I was on an early flight to San Francisco out of Atlanta. I’d been shoehorned into the center of the second to last row.
I was baby-sitting for Angela and Neil Reynolds. They’re both in their early thirties, which is a bit surprising seeing that their kids are so young. They apparently chose to have their kids fairly late.
Neil is nice. A charming gentleman, in the true meaning of the word. He’s all smooth and suave and kind. Always polite, and I’ve never heard him run anyone down.
Angela, on the other hand, is a bitch, studying to be the queen of bitches.
I can’t, for the life on me, see