Rage Stories

I'm not a violent person but I want to kill that bitch. Look at her fawning over those boys at the table; all bashful smiles and girly giggles as she playfully brushes that mane of perfect dirty blonde away from those freckly pixie features and smoky, bed-me eyes. Fucking hate her. Lucy's worked here a year longer than me. Knows the regulars better. Gets the best tips that she provocatively tucks away in her bra. Which to...

(episode 25) This follows “My Senior Year: The First Tailgate Party.”It was after the first football weekend when I had hooked up with both Mary Beth and Jennifer, that I discovered that both girls wanted much more from me. Much more as in a deeper relationship commitment. Jennifer wanted a renewed commitment from me, though she had burned me badly in the past. Mary Beth, who had just been a friend up until that time, wan...

I can rhyme in every way,I can rhyme more everyday.But nothing shows the pain I've trodden,The tears upon the sheets are sodden.How could you do this,I was close to a kiss,I thought I knew you,But with the wind you blew.Far away,That's where you'll stay,Never will walk hand in hand,Footprints left in the sand.The path I've trodden,I've left sodden,With trails of tears,From these past eight years.Can't believe you could do...

My mother in law from Spain, hungry for sex This happened at some locality in Spain. My father in law, named Francisco,  is a wealthy man, 69yo. I met him ten years ago at an international forum, held especially for enterprise management presidents.   We liked immediately each other -same race- regardless  of different ages  -he was 35 years older. Well,  I figure out he was impressed to see a guy like me with the balls  ...