This story begins with the last paragraph of the first part. The next day some of our initiations would begin. Darla was first up. A bunch of us went to the outdoor lunchroom and watched Darla sit down. She waited until there were at least eight people around her, and then she pulled out her phone and began talking loudly into it like she was talking with someone. We watched as she said, “That's right, surgery. I shoved t...

Finally done with high school. I have been looking at universities for well over a year now, and I want to pick the right one. I want to get my education and go somewhere that does not set my parents or me back financially forever. I want to be a teacher, join a sorority, and maybe have a little fun too. My parents and I settled on a university that would not leave us burdened for the rest of our lives. I worked in high s...

Here I am again. Another year and Valentine's Day is only three days away, and I am sure I will be all alone. I try so hard to find love in my life. I give my heart and soul to my past relationships, only to be cheated on or just plain dumped. I wish this Valentine's Day would be different, but I know better than that. Cupid’s arrow has missed me all my life. I am told I am cute, pretty, and sometimes they say beautiful....

Just because I laugh at my husband of fifteen years, who is in a hospital bed, dying of kidney failure, does not make me a bad person. I just want what I want, and if his dying gets me there, then so be it. I want his money all to myself, and as soon as he dies, those two anchors, my sons, are going to a military school, so I don't have to deal with them. I can't wait till he dies. This is the funniest part. He wanted one...

Do you know what it is like to get burned to feel unloved? My heart is on fire just for you. Every breath I take is for you. My fire is for you. I hold in my hands my flames of love. You ignore me? I will give you everything you want and need. Feel my heat. Feel my flames. My heart is just for you. Look at me and know what love is. Hold me and my warmth. I only want your love. Is that too much to ask?

Liz and I grew ever closer, and I included her in more of the business. I considered adding another yacht because things were going so well. Time would tell what I decided to do. Add more boats? Hire more people? Keep things as they are? I went to my grandfather for advice once more, and he said, “You have done well, Amy. If I were you, I would keep things the way they are right now. You are making good money, but sweetie...

This story begins with the last couple of paragraphs from part 1. The next day, we had some coffee around the embers of the fire, and we talked for some time. Tony said, “I just noticed the name of your boat. Why do you call it Hook Line and Sinker?” I replied, “That’s my business name. I charter my boat and myself and take people out fishing. Some of them know what they are doing, but most of the time, I teach them how t...

My love of fishing began long ago. My dad, my grandfather, and my brothers were all avid fishermen. I was the only girl in my family besides my mom, and she always said, “They catch 'em, and I cook 'em.” Cooking is fine, but I loved being out on a boat, a shoreline, or wherever there were fish, and if I had a pole, that’s where I wanted to be. My college years came, and I knew I had to get an education and a career. So, I...

My wife and I have now separated, and she got the house. For now, I am living in a one-bedroom apartment. It's not a bad place, just not what I am used to. My ex got mad at me because I liked to stroll around the house naked. Not that she minded that, but too many of her friends saw me. They would marvel at my cock size when it was soft, and many of them wanted to see me when I was hard. It was so she could hardly go anyw...

You better watch out. You better not hide and I will tell you why. Santa wants to cum all over you. He is checking his list looking for the naughty ones. Crossing off the nice ones. He checked it twice and you are on it. Santa Claus wants to cum for you. He knows when you masturbate. He knows who you are fucking. He knows if you have been bad. So be bad for goodness’s sake. Oh, you better watch out. Santa does not care if...

Every year, my husband and I put together an Advent calendar. I get the odd days meaning those are the days I get a present or do what he asks. Brandon gets the even days. We hang twenty-four ornaments on our tree with a sealed envelope on it with our task written on it. We find the first one marked with appropriate name Bree or Brandon and the day. Then go through twenty-four days. Sometimes it is something naughty, some...

I will never forget our first Christmas together. My husband, Keith, had this tradition of having a Christmas party the weekend before the holiday. He would have his family and friends over for a big blowout. This year, since we have moved and gotten married, his family would not be able to come, and most of his friends could not either, but a few could. I felt bad for him and wanted him to keep his traditions. I told him...

The next day was our last day there, so the three of us went out and had a large breakfast. As we ate, the couple we had spoken with, Jerry and Gwen, came in and sat down with the three of us. It was a casual conversation about the rally until Jerry asked Jennifer, "How do you know Sandy and Don?" Jennifer replied in her bold fashion, "We like to have some fun together if you know what I mean?" I am sure my face turned re...

What a night. Did I ever think this would really happen? The answer is no. Let me start by telling you I am happily married and have been for some time. Our sex life, for the most part, has been great. From time to time, my wife Sandy would tease me and say, 'I think I would like to watch you fuck another woman." I would laugh it off for years before one day, when she said that, I asked, "You have been saying that for yea...

This story begins with the last few paragraphs of part 1. Friday came, and I was excited about the weekend, and I was in Mr. Ames' class by myself, grading some papers as I usually did on Fridays. Unexpectedly, Mr. Ames walked in and said, “Whatcha cooking, good looking?” I replied, “Not cooking today, just grading some of these papers for you.” He turned and closed the door and locked it. I was feeling very uneasy as he...