M/f Stories

Grant Ryans tapped away at the keyboard, each stroke a hammer blow to his already heavy head. The air conditioning vent above him weakly blew his tousseled brown hair. His eyes strained against the blue light from the monitor. The office had closed. The cubicles were all empty. But the unfinished reports remained. Then there were the e-mails. Still unanswered. Grant leaned back, the cheap worn out chair creaking its displ...

The black plastic trash bag arced through the air before crashing into the battered green dumpster. Kevin lazily made his way back to the old two story brick building that held Larry's Cafe. His phone chimed as he received a text message. He stopped near the kitchen door and leaned against the wall, the rough brick against his back. Kevin pulled out his phone and thumbed open the screen as he listened to Carlos singing so...

Anna held up her phone so I could see the video playing. There on the screen, in a crystal-clear image and amazing audio quality was footage of Ash and his cellmate fucking both my holes while I was on my hands and knees. I dared to look past the screen Anna shoved in my face to see a grin on her face, she knew full well that she had the upper hand here. "You should keep watching, it's a great watch. There's even this par...

Post-coffee-break lessons the following day began with embroidery. Simone thought of it as an old maid’s pastime and was not expecting to enjoy it. However, she quickly appreciated the skill and artistry involved; so much so that she swore loudly when, towards the end of the lesson, she accidentally stabbed her finger with the sharp needle and got a small blood stain on her design. The teacher, Miss Baker, glared at her....