My Sister and Miss Jones IV
After work I was walking toward my hotel and ran into Michael from the first night I was in town. We walked to a nice cafe just off of Canel street and talked about our stay in town. When Michael found out about the swin
As I waited for Clair, my sister, to arrive on the third night I kept thinking about room 4 with men only. This is something I knew to do I would need as many drinks in me as possible. I made up my mind to do it and g
My Sister and Miss Jones.
Working late one evening I checked upcomming jobs and found one in New Orleans that was going to last for about a week. Since my sister lived there and we hadn’t seen each other since I graduated High School I volunteered t
Hi readers, am Sangeeth from Kerala. Presently am staying in Tamilnadu, Coimbatore. My contact id is firstname.lastname@example.org. As this is my first story I expect response from readers especially from ladies, aunties, housewives and ever
My Sister and Miss Jones II
I kept my sister’s name anonymous for the first night as I wasn’t sure if I wanted to use her real name or a ficticious one. I decided to go for it and use her real name.
Clair called and wanted to meet
Angela learned from an early age that it is a lot easier to get your dad on your side that your mom. Moms are stricter and don’t fall for the little voice and sad eyes. When she was a little girl, Angela was always able to get that extra toy or s
it all began one sunday morning after i had got off work, i was working graveyard. was living with my sister tina who had just left her fourth husband. i walked in the house to find that my other sister and a niece were there waiting for me. i was ti
My husband usually writes about my previous escapades but I thought that this one would be best told by me. After all, it was all about me.
In the summer months my husband travels a lot so I’m left with a lot of time by myself. On this particular
Darcy And Dad Mom had lost her battle with breast cancer five years earlier. Dad was still experiencing grief and seemed to be having difficulty adjusting to life as a widower. After all, they had been happily married for 25 years, having met as teen
Mike was humming softly t as he entered the nearly empty pizza shop. He inhaled deeply through his nose as he did savoring the pizza odor that filled the place. There were five people in the place; a couple sitting in a corner booth and three young m