Selfie Stories

Stephanie was done crying.  As a matter of fact, she’d progressed well into the pissed-off, what was I thinking stage.  There was little better example of that than hanging out with one of her best friends, whom she hadn’t spent any significant time with in more than two years.  Steph finished her story and absently pushed a few errant strands of long red hair back over her ear. Jill shook her head and said, “Seriously? ...

 “So where are you headed?”“Wherever.”“Is that a plan or a statement of fact?”“Whatever.”The girl leans back and begins tapping on her mobile, completely absorbed, the way young people do. I say girl; I suppose she’s a young woman, but I estimate her age to early to mid twenties, and at my time of life she counts as a girl. On the other hand, I’m useless at judging ages.Normally I wouldn’t pick up a hitchhiker. Not anymor...

The notion occurred to Felicity while she was in the shower. Her palms had been circling slowly on her pert breasts before meandering down to that crunch-tightened stomach and eventually making their way to her super-hard ass. Soap bubbles aided the slick exploration. The whole of her ablutions were a well-deserved worship-fest of her own body – every inch of her taut surface, every subtly sculpted curve. And the thought...

“You missed it,” Rob said, still chuckling under his breath. “Dean was over on cooler dock popping a dock plate while standing on it, and slipped on the ice. Busted his ass good.” Rich erupted into laughter at the supervisor’s misfortune and then said, “Ah, damn. I wish I could have seen that.” “It was fucking hilarious.” Rich suddenly pointed at something on a pallet and muttered under his breath, “Western.” Rob pulled h...