This is the third part of this series. Much of this story is true, as told to me by a long-time friend I believe in and trust. Part three begins with the last sentence from part two. ................... He returned, sipped coffee, and said, "Hold on to your apron. What I am about to tell you may scare the shit out of you." I said, "Okay, tell me. What is the big deal?" Harold said, "That flush you heard, I have heard many...

Part 2 This is part 2 of 4 of this novel. Much of this story is true, as told to me by a long-time friend I believe in and trust. This second part takes off where part one left off. I went home that night after getting off work and tried to recreate what had happened to me in my mind. I could not understand why JR was so mad at me for uncovering the silhouette of that woman's face. What Harold, the head chef, told me abou...

I grew up in what was a loving family at one time. Somewhere along the way, my parents no longer saw eye to eye. At sixteen years old, I wanted out of my house. The fighting was too much to take. The only way to get out was to get a job, save money, and move to my own place. I also needed a car to get to work, and my dad gave me one of his old cars. It was not beautiful, but it worked and was safe. My parents told me I co...

What a party that was. I have been married for seven years now. Our sex life was fun but nothing crazy. We had a threesome with one of his casual friends before we got married. We were all drunk, and it just happened. That guy moved away years ago. My husband, in passing, mentioned a few times that he liked the time we did that and how he enjoyed watching his friend fuck me. I just laughed him off. ..........................

Through the best of times, I crave your embrace. In the worst of times, I crave it even more. Your arms around me make me feel safe. Your arms around my back give me love. They give me a reason to breathe. Time moves on. I want your embrace forever. Your arms around me are a simple gesture. Your embrace means everything to me. I know you know. You do it with meaning, You do it with love. I feel it from your heart when it...

I still sit here wondering how my marriage got this way. Sage has started working full-time after six months of fun and games with us. She works late at night, so we don't have the freedom we once had. I love Stacy, and Sage is a wonderful lady, but I want our old life back. I know if I told all my friends how I had sex with both and I wanted just my wife now, they would think I was crazy. Maybe I am, but that is the way...

I sit in my office, wondering how my marriage got this way. Four years ago, I married Stacy, a beautiful woman I love dearly. She has a twin sister, Sage. They were not identical twins but so close that it would be hard to tell them apart unless you knew them. Sage and she had a lot of fun as young girls and later on as teens fooling people, including friends, boyfriends, teachers, and even their parents once in a while....

Oh dear, where to begin with my fascination with uniforms? When I was just a young girl, I loved playing with my dad's police uniform. That is where this all started. I would put his hat and coat on, and his coat would drag on the floor as I walked. My parents thought it was so cute that they would take pictures of me being a lady policewoman. I loved it because of the feel of the cloth and the way it made me look. My mom...

Your touch is everything. Your fingers dance on me. I desire your touch. My soul requires your love. My heart is full of love for you. My body needs your touch. Touch me, babe. You know the place. You have done it before. Touch me. My heart beats faster. My mind races. I know you will. Won’t you? I feel your touch. My body tingles. I love it when you do Ecstasy is mine. I am yours. You have touched me and my heart I will...

Not even ten minutes after I got home, I got a call from my ex. She was screaming at me and said, "You got everything. The house, the nice car, and the only things I got were a piece of junk car and my clothes." I laughed at her and told her, "Don't cheat on your next husband, that is, if you can find someone stupid enough to marry you as I did." She yelled, "You just wait until I give my lawyer this video. It will prove...

Another day in paradise. I work the late shift as a hostess at a fine restaurant in San Diego. Sometimes, late at night, we get the drunks who have been partying in Mexico. They think because I am a Hispanic woman, I am cheap and easy and want to party with them. It felt so good to be home after a day like that. My apartment may be small, but it suits me perfectly. As I drifted off, I wondered, Will I ever find a decent g...

I can't wait till my divorce is final. My wife, the drunk cheating slut will be out of my life for good. I don't know what happened to us. It seemed like we were a match made in heaven twenty years ago. The last straw was when I caught her with two now-former friends. The bitch even had someone record it. I found the recording on Porn Hub. She had it in her browsing history, and I thought nothing of it as we both watched...

I just got done with another doctor. No help. I am a nymphomaniac. I can't help myself. I love sex and all that goes with it. I went home to think about how I got this way. I remember the first time I had sex. I was seventeen, and my boyfriend wanted sex. The sex was okay at best. The second time, it opened up the river of my cravings. I wanted and needed sex to live. I wore him out. I wanted to be fucked or eaten at leas...

Dear Diary August. Today was my sixteenth birthday, and my parents had a wonderful sweet sixteen party for me. My cake had my name on it spelled in glitter "Rachel". I love my birthday but always hate it because it is before the new school year and I do not like school. Dear Diary August. My mom had a bird and bees’ conversation with me the day before school. It was all I could do from laughing. I asked her when she bloom...

My third year of college at USC is just ending. I spend most of my time in the dorm during the school year. My parents live in Belair, which is not too far from the university, but it takes all day to drive in LA traffic. My parents are not home all that much. I spend all my summers at home by the pool. Sometimes, my friends drop by. When I got home as the semester ended, my mom said, "It's so nice to have you back home,...