It was a long day of "Yes ma'am, no ma'am" on the stand regarding the minutiae of evidence I had been in charge of collecting for the team. Kind of pointless if you can just read the report. But for legal reasons by credibility is demonstrated and I answer the same things I put in the report over and over. It's tedious, but the pay is great. So when I got back to the hotel - a perk of working for the fat cat law firms is...

My phone buzzed against my desk, and I frantically scrambled for it so as not to disturb the monastic quiet of the open-plan office. I flipped it over, and Lucy’s face and number flashed on the screen. I swore under my breath. The last thing I needed right now was a call from my wife minutes before I had a key presentation to the executive team. I thumbed across the screen to answer and raised it to my ear. “Hi John,” cam...

“You never told me your dick was this big,” Sharon observed. Kurt didn’t respond. His erection was becoming painful. Having exhausted his store of excess semen in Paula Fowler’s cunt the day before, Kurt just needed to calm himself. By now, he well knew the tranquil joy of marinating his cock deep inside a woman’s vagina. He’d never fucked Sharon and, if he had his way tonight, that oversight would be rectified. Sharon wa...

We splashed into his hotel room, making out like teenagers. His mouth tasted like bourbon and mine like cranberry vodka as our saliva mixed in sloppy kisses. His thick arms wrapped around me and made my athletic frame feel petite. Our tongues missed occasionally and wound up on a cheek or a lip before re-entering. I pushed his jacket off his shoulders as I stepped backwards out of my high heels, making our height differen...

In response to the vision of his girlfriend Delphia’s impending late night visit, Jules Kittridge’s penis ballooned into a steely arc. If he touched himself now he would bust a nut and, in so doing, waste the better part of their first embrace in his fist. Jules much preferred the luxuriant clasp of Delphia’s thrusting vagina and the exhilarating shriek of their youthful conjoinment. It had taken him a while to gain the n...

Considering how my Saturday started with Kay coming by to collect the money for my new living room furniture and winding up nearly fucking my brains out, the rest of my Saturday was rather mundane. I showered and spent the rest of my morning and most of the afternoon stocking my new apartment with groceries and what I figured I'd need to set up the house. My last stop of the afternoon was to get my fireplace fuel tank ref...

Sitting at my kitchen table, I was staring at a stack of envelopes; some marked "PAST DUE," others marked "FINAL NOTICE," all in bright red. I knew I was in financial trouble and had no idea how I'd find my way out. "Fucking Pandemic," I thought. Tears began to flow from my eyes as I gathered the bills and placed them with last month's version of the same bad news. My name is Penelope Barnes. I was born in Harrow, UK, a s...

Saad took the elevator up to the luxury penthouse condo of his friend, Rob. The friendship between the pair had evolved after years of going out to chase women together and drink on weekends. As the years passed, the two had made it to their mid-thirties and established themselves in life. Rob had entered a long-term open relationship with a woman who was okay with him sleeping around. Compared to Rob, Saad was still livi...