Damn, I hate it when nothing goes right. It was one of those days. Nothing I did today seemed to work out the way I planned. I got up this early this morning so I could take a few extra minutes getting ready for work. While putting on my makeup, I discovered that I was out of my favorite eye shadow, the color that really makes my eyes stand out. Then I discovered that the blouse I had planned on wearing was wrinkled, so I had to quickly iron it. And then I ripped my pantyhose.
So those went
This is my first try at granddaughter/grandfather. One of my readers suggested it. I hope you like it.
“Get it in gear, Marsha! We don’t want to be late.” Her mother shouted.
“I’m coming. Geez, you’d think this was a big emergency. It’s just grandpa’s birthday.”
“We don’t want to be late. You know how grumpy your grandpa can be. Try not to make him mad this time, okay?”
Dan Thorpe sat in the swing on the back porch. His
“What’s for dinner? Lamb chops, I hope. You do those so well.”
“Of course, if that’s what you want, Ely. If that’s what you want, than that’s what we’ll have.”
He’s got no taste buds left, I think. What does he care if it’s lamb, pork, or shit? Note to self—while I try to keep my voice from having the sarcastic edge Ely had complained about of late. Of course we don’t have any lamb chops in the house. I’ll have to go
“Maybe Mr. Smith would like to tell us what he thinks.” I was suddenly jolted back to reality by the voice of my teacher. Realising I had been daydreaming again she’d spotted me and brought it to the attention of everyone else in the lecture hall, much to my reddening embarrassment.
“Sorry Miss, I was miles away” I apologised.
“You certainly were Mr Smith, see me afterwards please.” A derisory cheer went up from everyone else as I tried to return my
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
Had a very shiny nose
And if you ever saw it
You would even say it glows
I hate that Rudolph song. Bioluminescent reindeer are offensive in every way – not realistic. And I don’t know why we should fill kids’ heads with shit like that. I mean, I know very well what being bioluminescent is like and it’s not all rainbows and unicorns. It’s not kid stuff by any means. And Christmas is total crap, too.
The night I found out I was a freak
Jonathon J. Pierce was neither a morning person, nor a Monday person, and this moment happened to be both. Amy, his primary partner, devoted submissive and beloved pet, had been away since Thursday on a company trip to a marketing conference in Atlanta, GA and would not return until the coming weekend. While he missed her terribly, he got so little personal time that he jealously guarded what he did manage to scrounge up, so he’d had all weekend to himself and he was very “not
What a rotten day! What happened to ‘the best years of your life’? I thought being eighteen was supposed to be everything a girl could ever want. Well my life sure proved that theory wrong. Dad had left Mom back in August for a bitch that was almost young enough to be my sister. And for the first couple of months he’d actually acted like he thought I could like that whore! And then they had moved. Somewhere out west, I think. We hadn’t heard from him since. I guess he
“Turn… over… Batgirl…” Sexual urgency and power seasoned the woman’s voice as she slowly and deliberately ordered me–not asked–to do her bidding. I swallowed hard and focused on my breathing to avoid hyperventilating. I was never so excited in my life.
My hands and knees on the mattress I arched my back so that my ass and soaking wet pussy were clearly exposed to the woman’s view: I was ready for her entry.
The muscular man, now wearing only
I was heading to pick up my wife’s cousin since she was catching a ride with us. My sister-in-law was graduating from grad school this weekend, and I had to drive 4 hours up, hang out with in-laws, and drive four hours back. Not looking forward to a shot weekend.
I pulled into her driveway and gave the horn a honk. Emily came out and instantly I saw another piece of torture this weekend.
Emily just turned 21 and goes to the university here in town. She was wearing a tight blue V-neck
Penny sorted through the mail. The usual lot: bills, catalogs, applications for credit cards. She was about to toss it all aside when a smallish envelope with very flowery handwriting caught her attention. She opened it and read: ‘You are cordially invited to a Lady of the Night lingerie party at the home of Kimberly Morgan, this Saturday, the twenty-first at one PM.’
Penny stared at the invitation. She read the name once more. ‘Kimberly Morgan.’
Again. This time, aloud.
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