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334 fortellinger · fiction, diary, straight
Blair Underwood scanned her notes as she made her way to the news desk for the afternoon telecast on WKLT. She used her pencil to scribble in some additional information in the margin, while at the same time, Terri Scott followed along at her arm, trying to apply a last bit of makeup to Blair's c…
As the wheels of the plane touched down, Fred O'Connor reached up to the overhead bin and hauled down his one carry-on piece of luggage. "Home a day early," he thought to himself, "boy, will Sylvia be surprised to see him!" He grabbed a cab in front of the terminal and gave the driver his address…
The music was a little loud for Kaye's taste, but the students seemed to be having a good time, and Kaye didn't really have anything else to do, so she didn't mind when Principal Ray Devlin asked her to chaperone the Saturday night dance in the school gym. A local DJ was playing all the latest CD…
Finally, sighed Hanna Cord out loud, "the last appointment of the day!" And it had been a long day, up at six, first appointment at 7:30, drive thirty miles through heavy traffic for her ten o'clock, well, it was enough to frazzle anyone! Just as she was about to get out of her new Lexus, her por…
Robert Richard Parker wheeled his new Caddy slowly down 42nd Street, checking out the whores plying their trade to the middle-aged white suburban men in their mini vans and station wagons. Bobby Dick, as he was known on the streets, was a pimp with a string of eight girls in his stable, all of th…
Donna Gilbert was desperate! Her husband of thirty-eight years had suddenly passed away, leaving her not only lonely but also extremely frustrated. Mike had not only been a fine provider, but he also made sure that his wife was taken care of sexually at least four times a week, and sometimes more…
"Ace Security, Dan speaking, how may I help you, please?" "Hi," the feminine voice on the other end of the line answered. "My husband and I would like a security system installed in our home as quickly as possible. Last night, there was a prowler in our neighborhood, and we are pretty shook up ab…
Marion anxiously waited for the doorbell to ring, as she checked her watch for the third time in the last ten minutes. "Where was she," Marion thought to herself, "I wish, for once, she'd be on time!!!" Ten seconds later, the apartment air was split by the loud resonance of the bell, and Marion q…
While Mr. Duncan's senior world history lecture droned on and on, it was all Tommy Farrell could do to keep his eyes open. "Why did the most boring subjects always have to be in the last period," he thought to himself, "it made every day seem like an eternity!" Tommy didn't think it was possible,…
The nylon felt smooth and soft in his hand, but Eric still couldn't decide whether he should get the white or pink ones. He really wanted to surprise Jack, because he had a real weakness for a cock in tight nylon, and just thinking about having Jack run his hands over the front of his "pretties"…
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