A friend of mine made a comment to me a few years ago that you'll probably find as difficult to believe as I did. We were sitting in the pub one evening after lectures and the two of us were chatting about what was going on the medical faculty: primarily, who was sleeping with whom. The rest of our friends were playing doubles at a pool table nearby and Carol and I were catching up on news...
Ho Jo’s Ho “Oh if the walls could only talk…” or “Man, I’d sure like to have been a fly on the wall…” Yep, we’ve all heard one, both or something similar. I’m here to tell you (1) they do, and (2) I was. Working for a bi-coastal company, I travel from time to time…be it business within our company, or to various conventions and trade shows. What it all boils down to is that I make it to...
Our next installment takes a strange and bizarre twist. A newly married coed (and apparently a nymphomaniac at that) consults with our doctor about her bridegroom’s poor performance in bed. It was late in the spring semester and I was looking forward to taking a break during the summer months. Being a doctor can be stressful, and perhaps it’d be a good idea to get away for a while. It was...
Dinner was marvelous. We ate at a medium swanky place that was famous for it's romantic ambiance. We had a semi-private dining booth. It was against the walls with curtains that could be pulled for privacy. We opted not to pull them, but sat close together on the booth seat. The tablecloth was floor length so we were assured of being able to get some privacy from the waist down ...
Ruby woke to the soft sound of a pencil being brushed along a sheet of paper. She smiled briefly, for a moment lost in that beautiful space between sleep and full wakefulness. In a flash, however, the memories of last night came flooding back, and she sat bolt upright, a look of terror on her face. Looking around, she saw herself in an unfamiliar room, and she clutched the sheet ...
When she stepped from the shower, Ruby felt like a changed woman. After drying off with the big, fluffy towel hanging from the rack, she took a moment to work the tangles loose from her hair. Satisfied with the results, she reached for the terrycloth robe hanging from the back of the bathroom door. Short on her host, it reached nearly to her ankles. After securely tying the belt, she ...
Michael held Ruby in his arms for an eternal moment. After a lifetime of searching, he had finally found the one person who could make him complete. Knowing this, he decided to savor the sensation of being in her arms. Holding her tightly, he whispered in her ear, "From the moment I first saw you, I knew. I have spent years looking for the person who would make me complete. I-" ...
It was a warm August evening, clear and calm. Ruby had been celebrating her promotion at work, the one she had been striving for the entire two years she had been with the company. It had been extremely frustrating seeing so many less qualified people pass her by, but she refused to stoop to the politicking and backstabbing that earned their promotions. It was, therefore, somewhat of...
I was always an average kinda guy. Average name, Rick, average height, 5"10', average weight, 185, average looks, short brown hair, brown eyes, not bad to look at, but no Greek God, average house, average parents, average grades, average car. Hey what can I say, I'm average. Well there is one thing not average about me, and all you guys know how important it is to us. Our package. I ...
Rachel had just cum from rubbing her large clit against my dick thru her panties. I knew I was in for one fantastic fuck as we continued. She had a killer body, beautiful face and was obviously an erotic and sensuous woman. My dick was painfully hard now having been rubbing her slit and being squeezed between her thighs. I needed relief bad. Rachel was not slow in providing that. ...
After seven years of being tortured at work daily by my boss you would think I would be use to it by now. Well I'm not and I guess I never will get use to showing my body to him and his business associates. The worst part is being told what to wear to work each day and knowing what he has planned when he tells me to wear the tight black mini dress with no panties like today. I know...
Just Another Day at the Office: Part. II by Bob Peale © Author's Note: This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached, as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived, it is done so on the basis that the author will have...
Just Another Day at the Office: Part III by Bob Peale © Author's Note: This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached, as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived, it is done so on the basis that the author will have...
THE TRIP by: Jimi Linden THE FOLLOWING STORY IS TRUE. ALL EVENTS AND BEHAVIOR ARE FAITHFUL ACCOUNTS OF PAST EVENTS, ALTHOUGH NAMES HAVE BEEN ALTERED TO PROTECT MY POSTERIOR AND KEEP ME OUT OF COURT. WRITER'S LICENSE AND HUMBLE DISCRETION HAVE BEEN USED WHERE AND WHEN I FELT IT EXPEDIENT TO AVOID ADVERSITY OR TO ENHANCE EPISODE INTERVALS. She was awakened from her not very...
I hereby disclaim any responsibility for my wife's debts, the actions of my congressman, or anything that happens to you after reading this story if you're not at least 18. My lawyer told me try to limit my liability. Seems one guy was reading a dirty story when his monitor exploded and killed him. His wife is suing the manufacturer, of course. Personally I think he probably came on...
You must be 18 or older to read this story. You must be 18 or older to read this story. I'll stop now, I promise. I'll stop now, I promise. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Identical Twins - by MIKE HUNT -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The plane was already an hour and a ...
Getting the promotion to Detective Second Grade was a dream come true. With the new title and substantial raise, came more responsibility, which I thought I was well prepared for until the new case was placed on my desk, and my boss called me into his office. There had been a slew of puzzling thefts throughout the greater part of Boston. It seemed from the evidence that we had thus ...
When I had graduated college I thought that the world was my oyster. I was going to be somebody! I had been offered a position at the marketing firm where I had interned during college and was moving to the big city. It was the dream of every privileged kid who grew up in a blue suburb like I had. Five years later my reality looked very different. I had never even been considered...
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