It all started out quite innocent enough. An impulse drove me to stop at a local watering hole. I figured a few drinks would make me feel a hell of a lot better…right? Work was the shits and it had been a long week.
I stepped in out of the heat.
Call me Grim. I am a sex offender. I raped my neighborâ€™s daughter but it wasnâ€™t my fault. Iâ€™m a 48 years old white guy, 6â€™7, weight 285; I have red hair and brown eyes. My wife had died 6 years ago so I have been lonely.
It is the end of the week…Friday…end of June, when it starts getting extremely nice. This particular Friday is a gorgeous Summer day.Â It has been a long and busy week for you at work. Today has been rough, and y
I feel a set of fingers give me a not so playful pinch to my ribs, which abruptly wrenches me from my blissful doze. â€˜Oww! Quit it fucker!â€™ I growl at the miscreant who assaulted me. Another pinch nips the skin on my bare hip. â€˜OWW
As I stroll along the path I can feel the eyes of passersby drinking in the details of my body. I am wearing a short pale blue silk dress. The sun causes it to shimmer and it appears that I have no clothes on. With each step and sway of my hips a tin
I awake early that morning, rays of bright sunshine slanting through the blinds’ parsed divisions, pressing invadingly against my closed eyelids. I stir and yawn languidly, reaching out with a probing hand beside me, expecting to encounter your sleep
It was date night, her date night. A ritual that she had; once a month she had committed herself to enjoy an evening alone. No friends, no family, no acquaintances, no one. she was to be alone and just be, be herself or someone else if she desired
I know…just about everybody thinks that meeting with someone that you meet online is risky to say the least. I have heard all the horror stories. But I am here to tell you my story. This happened a little over eight years ago…
I wasn’t looking f
From over the top of his glass Malcolm watched the girl enter the room and order a drink from the bar. He looked around the room and smiled: he wasnâ€™t the only red-hot blooded male who had noticed her. One man was being be
It was a depressing day. One of my young married lovers couldn’t do it any longer, “my husband is starting to suspect,” and it was dark and dreary with lots of rain. Seattle does have its moment but not today. She was one of the best married babes I