“There,” she thought, admiring herself in the mirror. A cross stood out proudly on her chest, executed in black, cloth tape, the arms of the adhesive crucifix covering much of her breasts, the rest extending down her sternum to her belly. She adjusted her Catholic-school skirt, and reached for the makeshift headpiece with which she completed her revealing nun’s habit.
“You’d better watch out..” she hummed to herself, thinking of the impression her costume
After four weeks of this, Derrick Price was about to go mad, or at least that was how he was feeling. Sitting in the front row of his English 212 literature class was Lilith Anne Duvoy and her deliciously short skirt. Every day she took that same seat at the far corner of the room, next to the open window. Most of the time she didn’t even seem to be paying attention, and when she was it was doubtful that her thoughts were at the required reading on hand.
Like clockwork, every afternoon at
Jack wasn’t sure what kind of surprise his partner, Austin Rhodes, had in store for him after their shift ended that evening. He never should have agreed to go along with whatever Austin had planned.
Jack Morgan didn’t much care for surprises, and Austin had been tight-lipped all day, answering all of Jack’s inquiries with, “Trust me, you’ll like this surprise!”
Now their shift was over, and Jack was beat. Another tough day at the third precinct. Being a
This move was a big step for me. After being married for thirty years I finally had my kids raised and was left without a life, neither; personal, professional nor sexual as we’d been living apart in the same house for two years. I finally made the decision to leave and make my own way again. Needless to say, much was my own fault as I tolerated the neglect and did so from personal fears and the loathing to be on my own with two kids, but none the less, as I approached my thirty year
The Gash was the worst beat in town, and being the cop working it meant that you had three options: get promoted and get reassigned, leave the force, or wait to die. Cops had a shorter lifespan in The Gash than a white-girl’s virginity did in a rap concert. I had worked this beat once, before I took done a cop-killing drug-dealing Puerto Rican slut named La Zorra and made vice. There was no need for me to come back to this shitty-ass place, but I wanted to. The Gash was my connection to
Let me start by saying that I am always willing to step up and admit when I’ve made a mistake. I also hate being wrong so I have a tendency to avoid situations where those words “I was wrong” would have to escape my mouth. That said, the phrase “This is stupid,” kind of became my mantra as my minivan sped along the nearly deserted roads to the lake. It was too late to turn back so I let those cursed words roll around in the back of my mouth.
Every summer, Brenda,
The room was dark with a strange red tint as he softly kissed her lips, gently parting them with his tongue. His hands roamed freely over her body and down her back. He squeezed her ass and pulled her pelvis tightly against his. She could feel his hard cock trying to escape his confining jeans and reach out to her. Her heart pounded and her pussy longed to feel him inside of her.
His kisses moved down to her neck. He pulled away and quickly pulled off her shirt. His lips returned instantly,
“YOU PRICK! YOU FUCKING PRICK!!!”
Kaylee stood frozen in the bedroom door. Her arms were rigid at her side; her fists were clenched as she watched her sister dive off of Kaylee’s fiancé’s rapidly deflating cock. He laid there, too shocked to move, while her sister tried to hide beneath the sheets.
“Kaylee…” Emily stuttered.
“Don’t say a word…not a fucking word! Just get your whore butt out of my bedroom. And you, mister
The story I’m about to relate is technically my first time with another man. I say that because, when I was younger and learning about my body, I had a friend who liked to experiment as well.
And, happily, he later became the first man I had sex with in the more literal sense.
To start, my friend Jim and I have been best friends since we were in grade school.
We did everything together growing up – riding bikes, reading and swapping comics, going to the town swimming pool, sleeping
My wife Sheila has decided today, that she was going to quit smoking. She had heard that being hypnotized was worth a try.
“Will you find me a hypnotist?”
I told her that I would.
I could never refuse her a thing. She is an absolutely gorgeous woman. When we first met in college, I first noticed her long black hair and blue eyes.
Once I got to know her, I realized that there was so much more to her than just her looks.
But there’s stil no changing the fact she’s