Hard core Stories

My husband and I play many different role games; a way to spice up our sex life. It has been a few weeks since our last episode, so we've decided it's time for another go. This morning, Paul said he'd be home between six and seven and have dinner, so I wouldn't have to worry about fixing anything for us. I arrived home at 4:30, knowing hubby, and I think he'll be here around six—first my bath. As the water ran, I stripped...

The following entry is reserved for the highest levels. We can only speculate as to why the creature wrote this down. Hand delivered to our agent in upstate New York. The messenger then burst into flames. This is an exact duplicate of the original note. Any further questions may be directed to Xavier Costello. I wonder at what age Mary knew. Was the knowledge always a part of her? From infancy, did the holy mother grow in...

After settling into my hotel room, I started scrolling through YouTube. Since I was still feeling nostalgic, I started searching for old Detroit commercials. I smiled as I watched ads for Faygo, Boblo Island, Mel Farr Superstar, and my dad’s law firm. As the spot played, I actually started crying. The last time I saw him was at his sentencing in January 1987. When I was a kid, he was my hero. Every Saturday, we’d go to Pu...