@Stephanie Sarg
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334 Geschichten · fiction, diary, straight
Cassandra Sprocket climbed out of the large, multi-person whirlpool tub and began drying herself off. Eyeing herself in the full-length mirror on the bathroom wall, she couldn't help but admire her near-perfect figure. A shade over five feet ten inches tall, with a full, voluptuous body, and a lo…
"How many do we have right now?" asked Mr. Ross. "Nine; we sent out two yesterday, but we have enough to fill our remaining orders," replied Miss Forbes. "Now, if we get any more calls, however, then we'll have to get some more 'product'!!!" Nate Ross took the clipboard from his assistant and, wh…
Apolonia opened the oven door to check the roasting chicken, and the aroma of the cooking bird wafted across the room, filling it with a sweet, pungent aroma. "Another twenty minutes, and it'll be ready," she said to herself, while giving the sweet potatoes a quick stir. Her husband, Hank, would…
Bailey hopped out of the cab and strode into the "Intimate Hair Salon," stopping at the front desk to confirm her 11:30 appointment. "Go right on in, Mrs. Drake," the receptionist said, "Marie has just finished up with her 11:00!" "Good," replied Bailey, "I'm kinda in a hurry, so it's perfect tim…
Andrea Patterson checked her daily planner and pulled out Millie Evans' file. She opened it up and scanned over it quickly, making a few notes on a yellow legal pad she had on her large desk. Millie was a good student with a pleasant personality, and seemed to be doing just fine in her senior yea…
Ward Polk mounted his wife, stuck his pecker into her steaming pussy, and began thrusting in and out until he shot his load and rolled off of her. "Jeez, Lou, you're the best," he told her while still panting, "Was it good for you too?" Louanne reached over and patted her husband on the arm and r…
Gwen Turner sat nervously while she waited for Miss Alden to read her resume. "Hmmm," Miss Alden hummed while flipping the pages slowly, stopping now and then to take some notes that she scribbled on a yellow legal notepad on her desk. When she was finished, she closed the resume, removed her rea…
It was the wee hours of the morning in cell block D, and Jud Olson was in the middle of his second tour around tier three. All the lights were out, and it was so quiet that he could hear the rhythmic breathing of the inmates as he passed each cell. He checked his security punch clock, and its red…
Sen. Ingersoll Coolidge stood in the well and, in a booming voice that commanded respect even if his remarks didn't, continued to rail against the "mortal sin," as he put it, of homosexuality. Several times, he was interrupted by catcalls and boos from the visitors' gallery, but unbeknownst to th…
Laura Edgar sat in Dr. Hughes' waiting room with six other women who were either reading magazines or dozing off. It was hot outside, about 95 degrees, and Dr. Hughes didn't have one of those new-fangled air-cooling systems yet, just a big slow-turning ceiling fan that seemed to only move around…
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