Bang to rights. That’s how Reece had caught her, and she knew it. The ethics of his accessing her bank statement? Those were moot. “I needed the money…” “So you stole my dad’s credit card?” “…for my studies.” “A PhD in Gucci?” he sneered. “I’d have paid it back…” “Oh, you’ll pay…” “Don’t tell him, please!” “…one way or another.” “Sorry?” “Your holes can buy my silence.” “What???” Minutes after Ellie’s flabbergasted choice...
Tyrone placed first on a podium of confusion. Who the hell was this guy? This is what he got for not paying enough attention to his immediate surroundings. “Aren’t you going to shake my hand, Tyrone?” his white doppelganger asked with a smile that slowly dissolved when Tyrone failed to reciprocate the greeting. “I don’t even know who the hell you are.” Tyrone remained braced, ready to defend himself and the ladies if nece...
Maya clicked out to end the phone call. It was the middle of the afternoon, and instead of being plowed by her stepbrother with her perverted best friend cheering on, she was stuck contemplating how to escape from a man she considered her fuck buddy for the better part of a year. Infrequently, she’d question why she had no further interest in him than sex and access to booze, but when thoughts bloomed about all a relation...
Although bleary-eyed, Tyrone stretched into a yawn and then planted a kiss on Dee’s naked backside. She stirred as he continued laying kisses on it and giggled, which led to harder smooches. “So whenever I was over,” she said, propping on her forearms and looking over her shoulder at him, making out with her butt cheeks, “and I told you to kiss my ass; this was what you was imagining?” “Maybe.” He pecked her cleft, and ri...
Tyrone and Dee stared at the door that Maya just marched through and then at each other, querying with their hands until Tyrone deemed body language quite insufficient to explain this one. “What the fuck just happened?” he asked. “Beats me,” Dee said. “I don’t get why she’s so upset.” “Was what I said really that offensive?” Dee raised her palms in surrender. “Hey look, I ain’t no authority on what people should and shoul...
Tyrone remained in awe at Maya’s statement. Even though ten minutes had passed and Dee was climbing into the car, the effects of Maya’s words still reverberated within his system. The curly-haired bestie grabbed attention with her pink midriff and blue shorts that exposed her smooth, caramel legs. When Maya drove off, Dee clutched Tyrone’s arm and hummed a close-mouthed laugh. Maya joined her as she stopped at a four-way,...
The second biggest workout Maya’s facial muscles engaged in outside of her busy day of fucking came from the multitude of expressions she coursed through after the bombshell Tyrone just dropped. “Excuse me, moving out?” She sat up fully and scooted to the edge of the bed until her feet touched the floor. “Moving where?” “To my mom’s.” Tyrone zipped up a suitcase, then padded in Maya’s direction and sat next to her. “There...
Tyrone scrambled for his pants, nearly falling head over heels. “Don’t bother!” Maya yelled, shoving him as he struggled to stand – her large tee rising and falling with her every action. His softening cock bobbed about between them as she repeatedly slammed her palms into his chest, but with little effect, given her slim upper body. “What the fu… get the fuck out!” Tyrone smacked her hands away. “What is your problem?” “...
When Tyrone woke up, the TV still ran old cartoons; thus, he picked up the remote and clicked it off. It wasn’t like he contributed to the light bill, so better to avoid exacerbating the argument that would follow on that front. The remote switched places in his hand with his mobile, where he saw several missed calls from his father. Dealing with him was something he had no desire to rush, so instead, he opened Instagram...
Another day destined to fulfill nothing of real use or value. At least, that’s how Tyrone felt. Being an unemployed couch potato wasn’t easy with all of the television choices and marijuana at your disposal, but someone had to do it. What he would’ve preferred not to do was be his step-sister’s keeper, but according to his dad, she had a brighter future ahead of her and should be protected at all costs. Pops may have not...
She was horny, as well as slutty, wild, and crazy; that much was evident at first glance. Only two types of women dressed or acted like that in public: wild sluts without dignity and the unattainable. She was braless, her shirt seeming to be intentionally chosen to advertise the lack of brassiere. Nobody randomly picks a threadbare, distressed, tight T-shirt, so thin that you can count the freckles on her torso from sever...
It was one of those hot summer afternoons when the air felt thick, and all I wanted to do was lie down on the couch with a fan blowing right in my face. My parents were away at a business conference for a few days, leaving my stepbrother, Mike, and me home alone together. I had just returned from grocery shopping and was carrying in bags when I noticed the bedroom door slightly open. Curious, I set the bags down and peere...
Neither of us spoke at first; I was too stunned, and she too ashamed. Finally, I asked in a raspy voice, “Why?” Her gaze remained steadfastly away from mine. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Luke. I… He was dying. And I was so… the depression, it was crushing me. I couldn’t be home with Julie. I couldn’t be home with you. And every time I was there, I felt… disconnected. I felt guilty for not being home, and then when I was home...
I guess it’s true that you never forget your first time. It lingers in a person’s memory like a favorite birthday present or a bad hangover. It all depends on how it went. For me, it was like drinking a dry martini that was an acquired taste. I’m older now but thoughts still go back to my early teenage life. I don’t know why but I’m at a point where I need to share these memories. Maybe it’s a midlife crisis but I just ne...
"Ugh," I grunted with frustration, blinking through the sweat in my eyes to check my form in the studio mirrors. Yup. Make that, my incorrect form. I surrendered to my failure and allowed my upper body to rise out of the reclined thunderbolt pose I was attempting. That bitch Tammy McLough had spent the whole last dance class showing off the ease with which she could slip into it and hold it - indefinitely, to listen to he...
