Wordplay Stories

“So wait—how are we gonna make this fair?” Brandi interrupted, shaking her coal-black hair. “We don’t want it to be like gym class where somebody feels like shit for being chosen last.” “We could write each guy’s name on a slip of paper,” Abby suggested, running her fingers through the bangs of her blonde pixie cut. “But we need to make sure Mrs. M and Kev don’t get matched up,” Wanda objected, flipping her long red braid...

Part four. Testing Jeff and Kat’s Purrfect Panacea. She beamed with delight and suggested, "What do you say we stay home from work and play hooky?" Loving her suggestion, I chuckled and said, “I already have tonight off, but playing hooky sounds enticing to me.” After my mind-blowing orgasm, I felt like I was in la-la land. Kat kissed my cock a couple more times and jumped up on the couch to snuggle with the rest of me. I...

“So, Father, what’s happening in the news?” Daphne turned and faced the back seat as Tommy piloted the Packard Twin Six north on Broadway in the midmorning traffic. “Oh, all sorts of things,” Harvey replied, rattling his copy of the New York Times. “Here it says ‘Helen Dazu, twenty-three years old, an attractive blonde from Rumania—’” “Blonde?” Daphne scoffed. “I already don’t like her. What did she do?” “I’ll paraphrase....