Opinions and assholes, everyone has one. Well, my next-door neighbor Chuck has them in spades. Not only does he have an opinion about everything, but he is also the world’s biggest ass. If you were to look up cock-sucking motherfucker in the dictionary, C...
The weather was decent for this time of year, with only a smattering of snow on the ground and the temperatures mild. Mary gazed out the window, sipping coffee while watching the little birds flit about the feeder and bounce around in the branches of the...
“That’s it, Coach, fuck her. Pound that pussy,” Hannah’s voice said through the speaker. Coach did as he was told. Ella was bent over the bed, and Coach was ramming her from behind. The webcam sat on the dresser, pointed at the bed, and sent a secure feed...
Even Danny Richards, a bitter rival of Holly Goodman, Jeffrey Hunter, and David Watts, had become noticeably changed from the arrogant and bigoted pest he had once been. He had apparently cooled in his relationship with his father but had still inherited...
My fingernails clawed the brick’s mortar while the horny stranger slammed his thrusting pelvis against my ass cheeks. I wailed, “Harder!” until one pain replaced another. When I returned home, my husband rushed toward me. "Thank God, you're back. I promis...
For the next three weeks, all I could think about was what Steve would want me to wear. I had talked to my husband about the night at Lou's, and wanting to fuck Steve. Jim was okay with it, as long as Steve wore protection. Jim reminded me Steve's son was...
Holly Goodman had only herself to blame for reconciling the romantic relationship between David Watts and Jennifer Hunter. The sister of Holly's boyfriend, Jeffrey, the young Witch had come to seek help in bringing the good-looking Wizard back into her li...
This story takes place in between my two marriages, so around 1985 - a time in my life when I was going a bit crazy, chasing every piece of skirt that so much as smiled at me. My excuse is that I was trying to nullify the pain from my marriage breakup. Mo...
The notification popped up on my phone that I had a “like” on my online dating app. It was Happy Hour at my local pub, and I was busy drinking beers with my group of guys, so I closed the notification with a smile on my face. As I sat in my truck before m...
