Fiction - Page 998


It was a normal day in small town of Maycomb, Alabama. Jem and Dill were off to the swimming hole for another day of Dill's swimming training. Once again, Scout was left alone at home. She craved Dill's hard cock
I’ve worked for the same small company for over ten years. I was hired right out of the Army and worked my way through college in an entry-level position. Once I finished my degree I stayed on and worked my way up until I became a department manager
Ahmad walked into the club after a really hard day at the office. It was about 9 pm on a Friday night in Cairo, and party seekers were starting to hit the town


Let's get a few things straight right from the start. This isn't a Sex Addicts Anonymous meeting where I'm going to stand up and tell everyone how many men I fucked and how much I love sex. It's also not some "woe is me, everyone feel sorry for me" story either
My Three Loves Chapter 2 “Uuuhh,” another wave of white heat seared through my body ripping me from my dream like state, and back to reality. I tried to lift my head. I had to get my bearings, but all I could see was the darkening gray sky above. I struggled to gather my strength
I pushed myself through the sweaty bodies of drunken teenagers, dancing and shouting to the loud music that blasted through the house. I looked around, unable to recognize some of my school mates, they took this halloween dressing thing very seriously
The three of us slowly got back into our usual routine. Summer holidays were coming up soon. Not sure how the kids would adjust to all of us being home 24 hours a day. Lucky had settled into his usual routine of having me to himself all day



"Fuck me harder!" Cynthia Young screamed at her new husband. It was their honeymoon, they were in Paris, France and they were staying at a fancy hotel. Cynthia's husband was George Young, he was the son of a famous musician and was himself a successful lawyer in California



The first time, it happened at school. I had stayed over after class to finish my homework. A sudden urge to pee disrupted my plans. It was often the case at eight-years-old



It was a hot Friday night and I was ‘batching’ it. My son Gary was visiting his grandparents for couple weeks and I’d decided to go out for dinner and maybe some drinks. In the back of my mind I fantasized that I’d find a pick up, but knew that I was too shy for that to be realized
Dr. Hill “Guy… Guy did you hear me,” I ask my patient who is sitting on a couch looking out of the window. “Yes,” the young man replies without looking at me. “Could you answer the question please,” I ask and he continues to stare outside
Team Players (Part 1 of Many) Chapter 1 Here I was, 38 years old, rehabilitating an injured leg. Divorced 7 years now, and really nowhere to go. Until 6 months ago, I was an active team member of the Navy Seals



The prick cheated on me My Husband Mike, of five years. I’ve had my suspicions for a few months now, but never any proof. That is, until, last Saturday night. He call’s it guys night. Would be an appropriate title if he were out fucking a guy instead of his secretary, Stacy
Fbailey story number 506 I Didn’t Know Who She Was One night I stopped off at my favorite watering hole. It was a dive called “Fuc Kit.” As you can see, it is a play on words



The next several days Scott had to work a lot of hours and also had to go with his mom to his grandmother’s so I didn’t see too much of him. But I was only bored for one day because in two days I got a phone call, and I’m not sure who was more surprised by who was calling Sherri or me