The Meaning Of Trust ( Inspired by someone who knows who they are ) Matt looked at his phone, He had been waiting for what seemed like forever for Polly to return his message, but nothing. Polly realised it was already late, Where had the time gone? It was almost December. Where had the year gone? A new decade was around the corner. Madness. Living with his mother made Matt the butt of a few jokes, but it was only when re...

“Woah, what the fuck, dude?” Rachel stood in the doorway to her room, towel-drying her hair and unable to believe what she saw. Her roommate’s boyfriend was reclining on her bed, pants around his ankles, rubbing his cock. “Uh, do you mind?” Norm responded shamelessly, without stopping. “I’m mid-stroke, here.” “Do I mind?” She sputtered, genuinely at a loss for words. “Are those my fucking underwear?” “Yeah,” he moaned, ho...

The night air was cool, and the sky was black, filled with twinkling stars millions of miles away. The fire pit was roaring, and the booze was flowing. It was our last backyard party of the year, and the eight of us were having one last cookout before winter took over. Light jazz played in the background, and we were all sipping our favorite beverage. Ed was grilling the steaks and veggies while Martha was preparing the r...

I took a few minutes to let this all sink in while my brain tried to digest what I had heard. I was in shock. No, that is not the word. ‘Total Disbelief’ is more accurate. I shook my head, unable to understand how an intelligent woman like Elle could let this happen. There had to be something wrong in our relationship so that Elle was so easily drawn in when Robert started his seduction. Something was wrong with our marri...

Edward yelled from the bottom of the stairs, "Come on, LeeAnn, we have to go; the Uber is waiting." The Annual Roosevelt Hospital Gala is tonight, February 13th, Valentine's Day Eve. It was an important night. Each year the hospital raises millions of dollars from this Gala for research and needed equipment. Edward and I have been going every year for over ten years. It is great fun, and we do a lot of good. Everyone is '...

I heard the sound of crumpling steel from the other side of the lot where I had just parked. Fucking A, not tonight. Walking back over to see if it was my car that had been hit, the box of chocolates still in my hand, I heard doors slamming. Followed by a couple arguing. I caught a snippet of a woman’s voice saying, “Worst fucking Valentine’s Day,” Yeah, well, my girlfriend has just broken up with me at Valentine’s Day di...

The final pieces of my plan were in place, and the end was near. It had been a long time keeping my detailed plan a secret while acting completely normal in every way, as it had for the past twenty-four years, eleven months, and thirty days. The timing was critically important, and everything had to be in order with no loopholes or escape routes. Today was our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, and we were celebrating toni...

The room is the usual shit, made for just this reason. "Whatcha hungry for, mommy?" Pretty, young, but twice those years in her eyes already. She shakes her little titties, hoping to bump the score. "How many you done today?" "You're my first. Been waiting for you." "Liar." Pushing her down, I take her with my mouth. "Fuck, that's good, but don't you..." "No. It's your birthday, whore. Enjoy it." She cums. Fake or not, I...

March 29th 2014 The DVD wasn’t the one Vanessa had expected. She paused in sipping her sauvignon as the title card faded up on her laptop screen, accompanied by an acoustic guitar riff. Houston Lasalle Productions Present Huh? She’d asked to borrow an erotic arthouse coming-of-age flick, but this was– what, a home movie? Sammy Sukjob What the actual… and Shane Boxschafter In Oh guys, no you haven’t… Any Which Where The ti...

Jared has completed his work on the project, been rewarded by each of the girls in turn and given the most spectacular release of his sexual career. But now it's just him and the woman who lured him there - Vanessa.  The redhead had thrown on her shirt and it clung about her courtesy of a single button beneath her breasts. She had brushed out her hair into voluminous waves and was holding the moulding tube. “Good job,” sh...