No one’s ever all good or all bad. We’re a mix. Sure, some people lean in one direction maybe. I know I’m not a saint, far from it, but I do my part in the little life I have to brighten people’s days. I took a hit from my dab pen in the parking lot before heading into the building. I’d much rather be buried to the hilt in a whimsical maiden but, duty calls. These shelves aren’t going to stock themselves. These were my th...

I adjusted my bare breast under my tight shirt, to make sure they were just right. The perfect mix between slutty and flirty. To be honest, I haven’t engaged in any sexy activity since I sucked my neighbor’s hot cock. The lack of a hard cock in my life has turned me into a very dirty, horny, and sex-crazed woman. My mind is constantly thinking of every man I see bending me over and making my legs shake until they fill me...

I always enjoy visiting my local old-time drug store. The vintage apothecary items on display is a vast impression of what medicine used to be and shows just how far generations have come in the medical field. It also has that vintage scent; the scent of old mothy antiqueness that gives off the many years it has served the public. It really is a very quaint establishment with very personable attendants; one in particular...

The rain bounced off the storefront window like tiny pebbles. Without sentiment, wave after wave of wind pushed in the fall months. Temperatures were dropping, the tourists were leaving and Diana Foster was looking at a long, off-season alone. During the summer months Diana’s fabric store was a favorite among the well-heeled women from Manhattan and the Boston suburbs. Busy from opening to closing, each day passed in a bl...

Christmas is less than two weeks away, and I haven't bought Cindi a present. Each time I ask what she wants, the answer's the same. "I have everything I want or need." "Gurnee," the conductor calls out. "Next stop, Gurneeee." I drop my newspaper on the seat, grab my coat and briefcase from the overhead rack and step off the train. Cindi's black Daytona is sitting in the parking lot covered by a thin layer of snow. I yank...

Jay had just stopped into the grocery store for a few things, salad fixings and milk, and was almost finished shopping when he spotted the girl next to the cheese display. She, of course, had on her mandatory face mask, but it wasn't really her face that drew his attention. Jay was a well-maintained fifty-five-year-old, and he guessed the girl was between twenty and twenty-five. She was tall, and thin - a model's sort of...

I stopped off at a convenience store just north of Dallas on my way up to Oklahoma to get some gas and a bite to eat. It was about eight in the evening and my goal was to make it across the Red River and to my destination before nightfall. I filled my tank at the pump and then stepped into the store to grab some snacks for the final leg of my trip. There was no one at the counter, so I called out asking if there was anyon...

It had been a regular Thursday at the grocery. I had arrived for work at 2:30 p.m. to be the second shift self-checkout attendant. These shifts either went well or who a complete cluster show. I remember that day wasn’t the worst. Ashleigh had the day off, but I received a text from her around 5:00 p.m. asking for me to call her on my lunch break. When my lunch break arrived, I bought a sandwich from the deli, headed out...

- The third week of June, 2017 - It had nearly been a week since I followed Ashleigh back to her townhouse last Saturday night. I never worked Sundays, and she didn’t work the following Monday, but we had texted back and forth. Most of our conversation was reliving small moments from that night while others were general conversation – including gossip and trash-talking coworkers. Anyways, on Tuesday, I was the afternoon a...

As you may learn from future stories, Ashleigh went back to school in Illinois in mid-August. We met up a number of times in the two months prior and apparently, she didn’t keep some details about us to herself. That didn’t bother me at all. I may have benefitted from her having loose lips. Who did she share some of these details with? Many of the other cashiers, baggers, and other coworkers of ours around her and my ages...

I had just walked in from settling a dispute between two high-school-age bagger gathering shopping carts outside when she flashed me her million-dollar smile.“Hello, Jack.”I was one of the front end supervisors at a local grocery store while I was in college and she was one of my cashiers. It was the summer between her sophomore and junior years at college and I was about to start my fifth year to complete a double major....

I was on a short business trip to Texarkana when I realized I was low on gas. I quickly checked with Siri and determined there was a small country store near near a small town about six miles off the interstate. I steered my car down the two lane black top and through the pine trees flashing by my window. I wasn’t in a particular hurry and had some spare time to kill before my appointment. I pulled into the drive of the s...

I always have a debate within myself when I see a guy with his zipper down. Should I tell him or not? You never know what their reaction will be. If the guy looks mean or unkempt or dressed like a bum, I will not say anything. If a guy looks friendly, I usually take my chances and tell him. The normal reaction is one of embarrassment. Usually they say, "Oops," or, "Thanks," and turn away and pull up their zipper as discre...