The desk

“I won’t go any lower than twelve.” I was sweating, but Mr. Johnson looked calm. He’d been calm for the whole fucking negotiation, all forty-five minutes of it. He was slouched in his black leather[…]

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Double trouble?

Double Trouble? Nobody likes being shoved out the door….at least I sure in my mid 50s…job opportunities dried up and when I tried to make a job change…I found myself instead left out in the[…]

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Work night hook up

She smoothed her skirt and touched up her lipstick. She looked stunning. Her chocolate brown hair was in a loose bun and a few natural waves framed her oval face. Her green eyes her accented[…]

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The burglar

Pete Tyler knew he was asking for trouble when he slid open the unlocked window. But without a moment’s hesitation slipped inside of the unoccupied house. Only two weeks out of prison and here he[…]

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China girl chapter 4

As Suzie and the boy walked along the beach towards the inlet, she found herself slowly losing her nerve. It was as if there were a battle raging within her breast. Outwardly she seemed so[…]

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Promises broken

Richard stopped his car outside Janet's house. He walked around the brand new BMW 750 to her side and opened her door. Janet got out, consciously keeping her knees together to avoid showing too much[…]

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The road trip

Author's Note: This story was a collaboration with my friend Hayes. I hope that you enjoy it. ********** Richard I opened my eyes, wondering, for a few moments, where the hell I was. Buffalo. Well,[…]

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Nayima and i

Her hot breath tickles my ear; her naked dark skin is soft like velvet as it touches mine; the spot where we are united sends pleasure through our bodies with each thrust; I close my[…]

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Her first master

Her Very First Master Kelly was a complicated girl. On the outside she was a nice, kind, smart and intelligent girl. She was a good college student who followed the rules. Yet on the inside[…]

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The commute

The Commute Part 1 We Meet Each day I get on the bus for the long ride to Rome from our little village. Everyday there is this beautiful woman, dark hair, always dressed in something[…]

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The game

"What the fuck is this?" A screeching voice came from the door. At the foot of the bed stood a woman around her mid-forties. The look on her face was that of shock and disbelief.[…]

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