All the characters in this story can vote in Federal elections
I’d not been home in over four years.
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As my folks had divorced while I was in my senior year of college, I’d gone straight to work at a hedge fund in Connecticut. I guess I chose the job to put as much distance between all the family pain and myself as I could. I of course sent the obligatory greeting cards on holidays and birthdays, both to my parents and my sister, but other than a few phone calls from my mother,
I was taking the night train from Paris to Perpignan. There were no sleeping compartments left, and, as the train pulled out of the station at 7 p.m., I was resigned to spending the night dozing upright in my seat.
That was annoying enough, but what irritated me more was that I had eaten an unpleasant hamburger on the way to the station.
I watched enviously as passengers made their way to the restaurant car. I should have been more patient, because eating on a train is a wonderful way of
Jessica and Travis had known each other for a couple of weeks and were developing a flirtatious relationship. It wasn’t too serious yet, but their tantalizing and sexy interaction was starting to build. He had just invited her over to his beach house for the first time. He, also, mentioned to her that he had something daring and sexy planned. This peaked her curiosity. When she arrived, Travis gave her a friendly, affectionate hug and welcomed her in.
“Hey there, hot stuff,”
I wiped the counter clean for the fourth time; making sure to eliminate any crumbs or marks that might have evaded my first three passes. I sighed and looked at the clock – again. Only two minutes had gone by since my last glance. I looked at my watch and, of course, it said the same thing as the kitchen clock. Quarter of one. Aurelie would be arriving in fifteen minutes, and she was never late.
I had always been fairly mellow about the passing of time. But at age fifty-five I had
The illumination from the streetlights was more than enough to see by, even after the intense electric glare of the subway station. But the addition of the subtle light of the full moon added a certain something to the night that Alex Johnston had always thought special, almost ethereal in nature.
Even now she marvelled a little at the way in which the moonlight seemed to erode the clean and ever so modern edges of the nondescript Yokohama street, eating away a part of the very real and
It was almost 4:00 when I finally got away from the office and headed home. This in itself wasn’t remarkable except I had planned on leaving early in the afternoon. I had wanted to get home early and surprise my wife. Oh well, the best laid plans…
I picked up my cell phone to call Stacey and let her know I would be home in about 30 minutes or so. She answered the phone on the first ring. “Hi, Honey, what’s up?” I asked cheerfully.
“Not much,” was her
I have just finished two long days of wheeling and dealing in Wilmington, Delaware.
Before driving home to Philly, I decide to unwind, enjoy a little repast as I wait for the rush hour traffic on 95 to ease. So at 5:45 I enter the Green Room of the Hotel du Pont and am seated in the plush dinning room at a table for two quickly transpose to a table for one.
As I glance around the dining room, enjoying the elegant setting, I see a stunning woman sitting across and to the left of me. How strange
My ass hole, still wide open from your huge cock having filled it only moments ago, begins to drip with the cum you have so recently shot into me. I turn myself on the bed, kneeling doggie style, and, parting my legs wide and lifting my exposed ass toward you, ask you to insert your tongue into the hole and give me a good licking.
You insert your hungry tongue into the enlarged hole, filled with your oozing cum, and lick the remains of your pearly essence from my depths.
You are driving me into
“You know what we are?” asked Alexis, taking a drag on her cigarette and leaving red lipstick on the filter. “We’re high class whores. That’s all we are.”
“I don’t think so,” remarked Michelle. She hated these little meetings with the chairman’s wife. Hated this conversation. She wanted to disagree, yet she didn’t very well want to say anything that would offend Alexis.
“Really?” Alexis looked over the tops of her
Kelly and Lindsay Alone Together
When I woke up, neither Tom nor Lindsay was still in bed. We were at Tom’s house after our second real date. I slipped from under the covers, my body thick with the remains of the sex from the night before. My pubic hair was crusted, my pussy swollen from fucking. Nude, I stole from the bedroom and into the living room.
Lindsay was there, wearing one of Tom’s shirts and nothing else, drinking coffee and reading the paper. She looked as disheveled as
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