Chapter One I took the last corners through my neighborhood hard, barely slowing down as I veered right, accelerated, and then turned left at the next intersection. Trisha rode with me and gripped the side of her door as we made the turns. We both smelled the smoke before we saw it, and we saw the smoke before we saw the fire. Stopping outside of my parents’ old house, I saw the dozens of firefighters hosing down the last...

I was home, alone, again, on a Friday night. Sitting in front of my computer, and logged in to my favorite porn site. Among all the usual thumbnails for a variety of sex videos, there was the usual ad in the corner: “Fuck Older Women Near You, For Free!” it blared, in a bright, blinking font. “If only those were for real,” I thought to myself with a sigh. I had graduated from college a few months ago, and was fortunate en...

I don’t want to give away too much about my job, so I’ll keep this vague. My work has plenty of variety, and occasionally, it includes giving guided tours. Normally, I’ll lead a group of around 20 to 30, showing them around the place that I work. I enjoy public speaking, and these can be a real buzz. Sometimes, I've had requests for more bespoke tours. These are usually one or two people who want a private tour. These can...

My eyes burned painfully from the lack of sleep. It had been a long shift, responding call after call with no rest. I was exhausted, hungry, and downright filthy. My body ached to where I just wanted to sit down and never get back up. I drifted off as our rig pulled back into the station. Two house fires, several medical calls and a bunch of false alarms made up my twenty-four-hour shift. Pleasant thoughts of my next four...

Chapter One Trisha “Can you believe this mother fucking cock sucker?” Helen snapped. She always did have a way with words. “Look at these texts- the nerve to send this to me after the weekend we had, too!” Trisha took the phone, but her eyes studied her friend as she paced back and forth in Trisha’s apartment. It had been a while since Trisha had seen Helen this upset about a man. But after looking at the texts, she under...

The temperature in the shop continued to rise with the mid-morning sun. Ryan had been watching the clock tick, second by second, for the last half hour, begging for his workday to be over with. Stacking heavy bricks painstakingly on each pallet sent his way. The sweat poured off of his body, soaking his jeans and making his t shirt stick to his body. His shaggy brown hair matted back in his drenched ball cap. Covered in d...

Although, I wanted, probably needed, to go and see Grace, I felt guilty about what I had done the previous week and, I knew, intended to do again. I had said and done the most awful things to her and, although I did not think that I had done anything wrong, I also felt that in some way I must have. I was only nineteen and nowhere bear as sure of myself as I think I sometimes seemed. I had quite brutally fucked and abused...

Chapter One The Bar “And who’s this drink of sunshine?” Cynthia said, putting a hand on my shoulder and squeezing in a seductive way. “Oh, this is um, my friend…” Trisha hesitated, and he could see she was struggling to recall his name. “Matt, nice to meet you,” I smiled over my shoulder at the sexy woman. “Oh, you two must be real close,” Cynthia laughed sarcastically as she shook her head at Trisha. “Nice to meet you, M...

My name is Carol. I am currently fifty years old and I am entering a new phase of life. My son has recently married and he has started his own life. His wife is now there to support him. But for the past few decades, I have been a loving mother to my son. I made sure he was always happy and content. I had been fucking Tom’s school friend, Jake, for several weeks (see Part 8). His stamina had improved a lot and I was enjoy...

Do I believe in love at first sight? No, but I do believe in lust at first sight. Are women more left-brain or right-brain? Who's to say? Do women let their emotions rule their brains over letting their bodies just do what they were meant to do? It's been said that when men are horny their brain shuts off and their penis does all their thinking. Let me just say I'm not against the occasional quickie, but, as I've gotten o...