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Note: To fully understand this installment in the series, please read “Working Off His Debt” before reading the following. Thank you.
Monday
Gerry Flaherty dragged himself from the subway, three blocks
I had just got back from work on a Friday. Brandon was already back at our apartment. He hugged me once I walked in. Since we’re just room mates, I wasn’t comfortable with it at first, but over time I got used to it. It’s not much of a big deal for me anymore. It’s sort of the kind of guy he is. We got along pretty well and had been living together for about five months now. Sometimes we’d do shots together and have fun and laugh. Occasionally on Fridays he’d
Auborn Streele rode her swift, powerful horse through the hills of Karameikos, leading her small group of warriors to join the forces at Castellan Keep. Darkness was beginning to fall, and although she and her men were all seasoned warriors, they were in most dangerous territory, and she strongly wished to cover the few remaining miles before nightfall, to be soon sipping a cup of wine at the keep’s tavern.
Perhaps it was her haste that caused her to miss the ambush, but miss it she did,
“What should I wear?” Megha thought to herself then yelled across the hall to her roommate. “I can’t decide what to wear?”
“How naughty do you want to be tonight?” Naina replied form her room.
“Typical!” Megha smiled to herself. Naina was always more outspoken than she had ever been, and that’s what Megha loved about her roommate. The two had been friends for years and were more like sisters. At 23, Naina was a couple of years younger
Maybe it began when I was much younger, and easily influenced by adults. Perhaps it began at 18 after watching Sharon Stone during the film Basic Instinct, admiring the way she seductively smoked in the police interview room. But I guess it doesn’t matter how or when it started, the fact was I had the smoking fetish.
Of course I didn’t know what a smoking fetish was at the time, or what my feelings meant. But I did know that the thought of smoking a cigarette had me reaching deep
Do I have issues with my wife? No. Do I love my wife? Of course I do. We have been married for awhile and together way longer than that. So as always happens we had become accustomed to a certain way of living. Not that it was bad, but it was predictable. Work all week, me wanting sex during the week and the wife just too tired. Scheduled love time on the weekend.
We have had an interesting sex life. We did plenty of experimenting together being that we met in high school. This allowed us to
Some years ago I worked at a small engineering firm. One of the typists there was called Barbara, and she did most of the typing for me. I was about 25 at the time and she was coming up to retirement. She was a small lady, and had put a bit of weight on round the middle. She had quite a large bust which she didn’t try to hide, and usually wore a skirt and blouse. One day we were doing stocktaking and we were in the production office. There was the usual girly calendar on the wall (not
“What should I wear?” Megha thought to herself then yelled across the hall to her roommate. “I can’t decide what to wear?”
“How naughty do you want to be tonight?” Naina replied form her room.
“Typical!” Megha smiled to herself. Naina was always more outspoken than she had ever been, and that’s what Megha loved about her roommate. The two had been friends for years and were more like sisters. At 23, Naina was a couple of years younger
There were three of them at the Club, all black, good looking, and nicely hung. One of them hit on me, and I let him buy me a drink while we chatted. After the conversation turned to sex, he asked me if I was interested in sucking him off, along with a couple of his friends, who had all been watching me as I danced. I said sure, but only if they were all hung at least eight inches.
He assured me that they were, and soon I was crowded into the booth between them, and the guys on either side of
Sydney Mason was one top-notch businesswoman. She was a Public Relations executive for Minova Corp and did her job very well. Indeed, Sydney had always excelled wherever she went.
The attractive 31-year old had a reputation for success. Sydney had a shapely figure and a 34-C bust that she prominently displayed with tight clothing. She was tall, standing almost 5-8, and usually wore heals to add an inch or two. Her hair was died platinum blond.
Sydney’s natural color was a dirty blond, but
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