I have been short on money these past few months. I had a good job, but I lost it. The place where I work made paper bags, all different sizes of paper bags. Just likes the bags that you get when you go grocery shopping. You know those brown paper bags that they have. The company I worked for had to shut down. They said they were loosing money left and right. Who knows, all I know is that I lost my job.

A few months ago I got a job at a restaurant. It isn't a good job, but it's money I guess. I only make six dollars an hour, as you can see it's not much money. I can hardly pay my rent, let alone all the other stuff I have to buy. I try to get a free meal while I'm at work, but sometimes I don't have time to eat. It's a real fucking busy place and we are always short on help. As soon as they hire people, they turn around and quit. I've seen times where it has been just three of us to run the whole store. One waitress, one dishwasher, and me the cook. Sometimes I have to do all three things.

I've been trying to look for a new job, but I can't seem to be able to find one. I don't have any real education, other than high school. I like to think of myself as being smart, but that won't get me any better jobs. Most of these jobs around here require some college education. At least the jobs that pay good that is. I might go back to college some day, but I don't know. I don't know if I could handle sitting in a classroom at my age. I'm not old, but I'll soon be old. I like to think of myself as a young thirty year old girl. Though, sometimes I feel like an old 30 year old bitch.

I haven't been able to pay my bills lately. Actually, I'm so far in debt that I wouldn't be surprised if they turn off my electricity. Wouldn't that be really shitty? To have to sit all fucking day in the dark. It sucks to be me, let me tell you that first hand. I thought and thought of ways to get me out of this hole. Believe me, I've thought of just about everything. I even thought about baking cookies and trying to sell them, but I didn't have the money to buy the stuff to make cookies. So, that was out of the question. So was anything that required money.

To make a long story short, I decided that I would sell myself. That's right, I would be a whore. I know that you are probably going to think less of me, but I could care less. I don't care what you think of me.

I don't think you would last ten minutes in my life. In fact, I know you wouldn't be able to. Do you think you could go to bed being so hungry your stomach hurts? If not, then don't put me down for deciding to be a whore.

I looked through my closet to find something that I could wear. I have never done anything like this before, but I figured it would be a good idea to wear something sexy. Also, something that would be easy to take off.

The last thing I needed was to have a customer want to fuck and I have to take off a hundred pieces of clothing. That could make him change his mind really fast.

I decided to go with a little plaid skirt that I had. I also had some knee high stockings that went with it. Though I'm not a young girl, I thought I would dress up like all of the girls do. Sometimes I go by the college and see what those girls are wearing. If I have the money, I try to get outfits like they wear. I know it's silly, but it makes me feel young. Maybe I'm hoping deep down inside that someone will think I'm one of those college girls.

I got dressed up and put on my makeup. I also wore a little shirt that really showed off my tits. I mean, they were popping out of that fucking shirt. I knew that I had to look good to make money. Actually, I wasn't sure what I had to do to make money. Not only that, but I wasn't sure how much to charge people. All I knew was that I should stand on a corner downtown and try to get customers.

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As you might already know, I am a doctor. I've had my own practice for the past few years. Ten years to be exact. I like my job. I like doing things to make peoples' lives better. I'd do my job for free if I had to.

A few weeks ago I had a special patient. His name is Jason. Though, I probably shouldn't tell you his name. He is the star player on the college baseball team. Jason is a well built young stud. Every time I give him a check up, I think about him when I masturbate. Sometimes I actually have to masturbate after I give him a check up. He is that hot!

I'm kind of ashamed to say this, but this happened last week. I think you will enjoy this as much as I did.

Jason had a strange accident on the ball field. A ball bounced off of the ground and hit him in the testicles. He said he forgot to wear his cup. He called in his injury a few weeks ago. Jason said he wanted me to look at his testicles to make sure they were okay. I almost told him that I couldn't take care of him. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to control myself, and I was right.

“How are you today Dr. Jones?” Jason said as he walked into the room.

“I'm doing okay.” I said motioning him to sit on the table.

“I'm not doing so good.” Jason said laughing.

“I hear. Tell me what happened?” I said looking him over.

“I was at baseball practice and a ball hit me in the nuts.” Jason said looking up at me.

“Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I should have said testicles.” He said while laughing.

“That must have hurt.” I said.

“It sure did. I wasn't even wearing a cup.” He said cringing.

“I'm going to need you to take off your pants and under clothes.” I said nervously.

I felt like I was going to go nuts. I couldn't take the idea that this young jock was about to take off his clothes.

“Are you sure I have to take off my pants?” Jason said while squirming.

“I need to see your testicles to make sure they are okay.” I said.

I wanted to tell him he didn't need to show them to me. I wanted to just have him tell me what they looked like, but I knew I couldn't do that. If something bad happened to him, he would sue me for everything I have.

“I'm kind of shy Dr. Jones.” Jason said.

“I've seen hundreds of testicles.” I said.

“Don't you worry about a thing.” I tried to reassure him.

Truth be told, I had never seen the private parts of a man such as him. He had everything that a woman wanted in a man. A cute smile, deep voice, and muscles all over his body. It was like he came straight from a romance novel.

Jason pulled down his pants to reveal his white briefs. They looked new, like someone just bought them for him. I know he didn't buy them, because men never buy underwear.

“Should I sit or stand?” Jason asked as he pulled his underwear down.

I didn't know what to say. I was fixated on his long cock. It was longer than I ever thought it would be. That damn thing must have been at least six inches long. Six inches and it was limp!

“I'll need you to stand for me.” I said as I sat down in my chair.

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My husband Kurt has been wanting to have a three way. I told him that I would think about it, but I really didn't think too much about it. I don't know, the idea of being with another woman isn't exactly a turn on to me. At least it wasn't until I met Kim. She is a hot little thing that he works with. I used to get so upset when he would talk about how hot she was. I was so afraid that he would run off with her. I'm glad that he didn't, because I wanted a piece of her after we met.

We met Kim at a coffee shop and she told me that I had beautiful eyes. That's when my heart melted. I looked at her and realized that she had a nice pair of tits. I've never thought that about a woman before. I told Kurt after we left the coffee shop that she had a nice pair of tits. He laughed and said he thought the same thing. Kurt said that he watches her tits bounce at work all the time. He said that he has looked at them a lot, but has never touched them. I'm glad, because it would have broken my heart if he had touched them. I know that it sounds mushy, but I'm that kind of woman. I get very jealous when it comes to things like this with my husband. I can't even believe that I agreed to have a three way. I really wasn't sure that I wanted to have a three way until I met Kim. She seemed like such a nice person. I thought it was neat the she was attracted to me. I've never thought of myself as being attractive to other women. I wonder if there are many other women out there that find me attractive?

I fixed Kurt a nice supper before Kim was to come over. We had a very romantic meal, just the two of us. You know the drill, candles and all that stuff. It was very romantic and I wanted to fuck right then and there, but I knew Kurt wouldn't want to. To be honest, I didn't want to either. I wanted to see what this Kim was all about. I have heard that women are better at eating pussy then men are. I didn't know if that was the truth, but I knew I was going to find out. My pussy got excited just thinking about having sex with Kim. I never thought I would say something like that. I never in my life thought I would be having sex with another woman.

“What do you think will happen tonight?” I asked Kurt as I took a sip of my coffee.

“Probably a whole lot of fucking,” Kurt laughed.

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“Can I take your order?” The waiter said looking down at me.

“I'm not sure what I want to eat yet.” I said looking over the menu.

“Just let me know when you are ready.” He said as he walked away.

Everything looked so good. Everything looked so fattening too. I didn't know where to start. All I knew was, I was as hungry as a horse. I'm sure if they had a big enough plate of horse meat, I would have ate it.

I looked over and seen a menu board. On it was all of the specials of the day. The prices were right, but it didn't have anything that I wanted. It was mainly seafood and sandwiches. It looked like stuff people would order if they were planning to take the food home. I don't know why, but that is the impression that I got after reading all of it.

“Fuck, I'm hungry!” I said under my breathe as I looked over the menu.

Finally, I seen something that looked tasty. It was the two grilled chicken breast dinner. Wow, finally something that would settle my hungry stomach.

“Waiter, sir, I'm ready to order.” I said waving my hand in the air.

“What can I get for you?” He asked.

I could tell that he was trying to look down my shirt. He wasn't and old guy, but he wasn't a young one either. He looked like he might have been in his late 20's early 30's.

“I'll have the two grilled chicken breast dinner.” I said while my mouth watered.

“What two sides would you like with that?” He asked.

“What kind of vegetables do you have?” I asked looking over the menu.

“Today I have buttered corn and I also have green beans.” He said.

“I'll take both of those.” I said back to him.

“Would you like rolls or biscuits?” He asked while writing something in his tablet.

“I'll take rolls.” I said.

“I'm the only guy here tonight.” He said while scribbling in his note pad.

“If I don't get any more orders, yours will be up right away.” He said looking down at me.

“You mean you are the waiter and the cook?” I asked shocked.

“I'm the waiter, the cook, the dishwasher, the bus boy. You name it ma'm and I'm it.” He said while shaking his head.

“Wow, that is impressive.” I said surprised at his ability to do everything.

“At the end of the day, my feet remind me how impressive it is.” He said jokingly.

“Let me go make your food before I get any more orders.” He said while walking back to the kitchen.

It is hard to believe that he does all of this. There isn't a thing in this place he doesn't do. But, there weren't any customers in the place either. It looked like he was getting ready to close the place down. I could tell that over in the corner a family had ate there. There were crayon drawings all over the place mats.

I'd never eaten at this place before. The only reason why I stopped by was because it attracted my eye. Just something about the place, maybe it was the strange sign out on the side walk.

“I forgot to ask, what do you want to drink?” He said as he came out of the kitchen.

“Do you have iced tea?” I asked.

“We sure do. Would you like lemon with that?” He asked as he went back in the kitchen.

“No lemon, thank you.” I yelled back at him.

The man came out of the kitchen with a plate in one hand and the rolls in another hand.

“If I had just one more hand, I could bring out your drink at the same time.” He said while laughing.

He put the food down and right away my stomach was happy. I didn't even have to take a bite of it. Everything on the plate was steaming hot, especially the buttered corn.

“I'll get you your iced tea.” He said after putting the food down on the table.

I dug in right away. It was all I could do to keep myself eating too fast. The man put the glass of iced tea next to my plate.

“I'm going to shut the place down. But, don't feel like you have to hurry. I have a lot of stuff I have to do in the back. You have plenty of time to eat your food.” He said hurrying back.

The food was great. I couldn't believe how good it was. It made me wish I had discovered this place sooner. The portions were huge, at least twice what most places would give. The chicken breasts were so juicy, it was hard to believe. This guy could really cook!

“I'll have your bill out to you in a few minutes.” He said peeping over the counter.

“Take your time.” I said while finishing off my meal.

“Here you go ma'm. Would you like a slice of pie?” He asked as he handed me the check.

“No, I'm full.” I said looking down at the check.

The prices seemed good too. Less than eight dollars for the whole meal.

“I'll have your money ready in just a minute.” I yelled to him.

I looked and looked through my purse and couldn't find any money. Then, I found a five dollar bill. I couldn't understand where all my money had went. I had twenty dollars when I left the house today on my way to work. Then, it hit me, I spent fifteen dollars on gas today. The bill was almost eight dollars and all I have was five dollars.

“Sir, Sir.” I said as I looked around for him.

“I only have five dollars.” I said as he cut me off.

“Oh, that is a problem.” He said while putting down a rag he had been using to wash things with.

“Do you take credit cards?” I asked.

“No. We don't take checks either. We are a cash only business.” He said looking down at my purse.

“Oh, well I can go home and get more money.” I said closing up my purse.

“Ma'm, I can't allow that to happen. I will have to call the police and file a report.” He said shaking his head.

“Call the police? For under three dollars?” I asked shocked.

“Yes. I own this place and I am the only worker. If I let you not pay, then other people would try not to pay.” He said while wringing his hands.

“But, I promise I will go straight home and get you the money. I promise.” I begged.

“I can't. It is the principal ma'm. I let you do this and everyone will be doing this.” He said walking over to the phone.

“Wait, don't call the cops. Please.” I begged.

“I have no other choice.” He said while picking up the phone.

I ran over the the phone and I took it out of his hand.

“Maybe we can work out a deal for the three dollars?” I asked as I put the phone down.

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«It is this Friday.» Paul said. «No it isn't. It is this Saturday.» Kevin spoke up. «Oh, you are right. Back in high school games were on Friday nights.»Paul said laughing.

«I might be able to go. I will have to see if my parents are coming over.» Alicia said after she paused to think.

«Damn it!» Kevin yelled. «What is the problem?» Paul asked. «I was supposed to call my dad last night and I forgot. He will be pissed.» Kevin said in a fearful tone. The went inside the dorm and went into her room. «Ahhh, the air conditioning feels great.» Paul said as they went into her room.

«I turn it on full blast all day long.» Alicia said pointing to the air conditioner. «Sit down, make yourself comfortable.» Alicia said as she put her books near her bed.

«The girls get bigger rooms.» Kevin said as he looked around her room. «You think so?» Paul asked. «Do you think you could fit all this stuff in one of our rooms?» Kevin said pointing to all the stuff Alicia had in her room. «You have a point there.» Paul said. «Can I get you guys something to drink?» Alicia asked. «No, thanks.» Paul said. «Maybe latter.» Kevin replied. There was a strange silence in the room. It was as if Kevin was transfixed on something. While the Paul and Alicia just looked at the ground. It was a moment of silence that felt very uncomfortable. «Wow!» Kevin jolted. «Wow what?» Alicia asked. «That is one smoking hot pair of panties over there.» Kevin said looking at Alicia's bed. «Oh, well, uh….» Alicia mumbled. «Don't be embarrassed.» Paul said smiling. «You know I'm kind of shy.» Alicia said walking over to the bed. «I will put this stuff away so it doesn't bother you.» Alicia said carrying a bunch of clothes to the other side of the room.

«Man, is that your bra?!» Kevin asked surprised.

«I don't like talking about this sort of stuff.» She said running over to the other side of the room.

«It is funny, that bra looks like it is for some really big tits.» Kevin said staring at it.

«But, you wear baggy clothes. It is hard to see how big your tits are.» Kevin spouted.

«I seen her in a tank top one night, those melons are fucking great!» Paul said while slapping his knee.

«Guys, you know I am bashful.» Alicia said as she put her clothes away.

«Can we see your cans?» Kevin asked.

«Can you see my what?» Alicia asked surprised.

«You know, your boobs.» Kevin said while smiling.

«I've had just about enough of you two.» Alicia said angrily. «Come on, they can't be that bad.» Paul said. «Okay, I tell you what.» Alicia paused. «Okay, what?» Kevin gestured. «If you show me your dicks, I will show you my tits.» Alicia said like a smart ass. Much to her surprise, Kevin pulled out his dick. «You like what I have?» Kevin said while stroking his cock. «Well, here is mine too.» Paul said as he took out his penis. She was shocked. She didn't know what to do. Here were two guys with their dicks in their hands. How, weird is this. «Come on, now it's your turn.» Paul said kidding Alicia. «Yeah, now it's time to see what you have.» Kevin said. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't be doing such a thing. Alicia was brought up in a strict home. She was told sex was a dirty thing. Only dirty people do these sorts of things. It was all she could do to lift up her shirt. «Damn, those melons are huge.» Kevin said. «Wow, those are better than I thought they would be.» Paul said staring at them. Just when she was about to put her shirt down, she seen Kevin's dick getting hard. Before long, it was rock hard. It was all Alicia could do to keep from blushing. «How about we see it all?» Paul asked.

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I put my lips around his cock and I sucked on it lightly. Jim let out a long moan. I knew then that he was in the mood for a good fucking.

“That is what I call a hard cock.” I said while stroking his cock.

“You do it to me every time.” Jim said with a smile.

Jim's cock was long and hard. There were veins that went up and down it that looked like a river. They looked like a river that you would expect to see on a map. The head of his cock was well defined. It looked like a swollen fireman's hat.

“I love the way you suck cock.” Jim said as he placed his hand on the back of my head.

Jim pushed my face into his cock so hard, that I thought I was going to choke. Jim must have really enjoyed this blow job, because he never has acted like this before.

“I love sucking your cock.” I said as I looked up at him.

If you haven't guessed by now, I work at a motel. Here I give blow jobs for ten dollars. That is all I do. I suck cock all day long. If they want to go all the way, they go to one of the other girls. I also make sure that they wear a condom when I suck their cock. Most men find it strange to get their dicks sucked while wearing a condom, but that is my rule. Most men say that I suck a dick so good, that it doesn't matter if they wear a condom. If they don't like it, they can risk getting a disease from another girl. They will find someone to suck their cock without wearing a condom.

I could tell that Jim was enjoying himself because of the way he was puckering up his lips. It made his mustache look like a long carpet that went along his upper lip. I have always liked men who have mustaches. I don't like beards or side burns, but I do like a mustache. I think it makes a man look distinctive. I also like the way it tickles my pussy. Come on girls, you know what I am talking about!

Jim likes it when I play with his balls when I suck his cock. This drives him crazy. I have been sucking Jim's cock now for a few years. I would say he is one of my more steady customers. Usually he comes in once per week, but sometimes we will come in two times. Jim always comes to me to get his dick sucked. I think that says a lot about my cock sucking ability. If there is one thing I know, it is business. It is a good business practice to give customers the most bang for their buck. I do that, trust me I do.

I've been told by women that when their man comes in for one of my blow jobs, they never come out the same. Wives and girlfriends have told me that their men will beg them to suck cock like I do. Maybe I am bragging, but I don't mean to.

If there is one thing a woman should do it's get to know her man's cock. Most women don't take the time to get to know their man's cock. I don't know why that is, but I don't understand it. I love getting my face in their crotch and getting to know what they like. I love sucking cock, maybe that is why I do it for a living.

I don't look at a blow job as something that is just about pleasure. I see it as a way to get to know my man. There is nothing more personal than having a man's penis in your mouth. I always make sure that I find out what my man likes to have done. Some men love to cum in your mouth, other guys like you to play with their balls. Some, just love getting some attention down there.

I've been sucking cock for twenty years. Not exactly twenty years, but close enough. I like to think that I know what men like. But, I also know that what I don't know, I will figure out. Some men have little quirks about them that others don't. I had one boyfriend that liked it when I let my hair grow long. He liked to run his fingers through my hair when he came. I could tell that he enjoyed his orgasms more when he did this.

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I was laying in my bed and feeling so comfy. I love just laying underneath the blankets and relaxing. Sometimes on winter days I will lay under the blankets for an hour or so and listen to the radio. You know how it is when it is cold outside. You don't even want to get out from under those warm comfy blankets.

“We have a problem,” Kelly said as she walked into my bedroom.

“What is it?” I asked, half asleep.

“Something is wrong with the toilet. It won't flush,” Kelly said as she sat on the side of my bed.

“Did you try pushing the lever?” I asked, still dazed.

“Do I look stupid?” Kelly asked.

“I don't know,” I said waking from my daze.

I could tell that Kelly was frustrated with me. I didn't know what else to do. I was still half asleep and wasn't sure what she was talking about. I rolled over and looked at the clock. I still should have been sleeping. It wasn't another hour before I should have woke up.

“What did you do in the toilet?” I asked.

“I went to the bathroom,” She replied.

“I know that. Did you pee or poop?” I asked.

“I only peed, but we need to have the toilet fixed.” Kelly said looking down at me.

I tossed and turned trying to wake myself up. I just couldn't shake the feeling that I didn't get enough sleep. I could have used a cup of coffee right about then. But, I wanted to go back to bed. I tried to think what we could do about the toilet. I'm not really good at such things. I couldn't fix the toilet if I had to. That's why I keep telling Kelly that one of us needs to get a boyfriend. That way we have someone around the house that can do stuff like that.

“I guess you could look through the phone book and find a plumber that can come over,” I said as I thought what we could do.

“Will you split the cost?” Kelly asked.

“Sure, just tell me how much it is and I will pay you,” I said as I pulled the blankets up near my head.

“Okay. I'll let you know after he tells me how much it costs.” Kelly said as she got up off of the bed.

I got comfortable again and closed my eyes. I really wanted to go back to sleep. I didn't have to be to work until about five hours, but I didn't want to go in and be all cranky and shit like that. You know how it is when you don't get enough sleep. If I go to work cranky, all the women there tell me that I need to get laid. We always say that to each other if one of us is acting cranky. I got really comfy, but I didn't feel like I was going to fall asleep. When I can't sleep, I usually count sheep. I know that is what people on television do, but it works for me. Sometimes I will count cute kitties jumping over the fence instead of sheep. That works too if I can't fall asleep.

“Sandra wake up!” Kelly said as she ran into my room.

“What? What's going on?” I asked as I jumped out of bed.

“The plumber is here and he is fucking cute!” Kelly said excited.

“You woke me up to tell me the plumber was cute?” I asked, kind of bitchy.

“Believe me, this is one guy you want to fuck,” Kelly said almost so excited that she was jumping up and down.

I got out of bed and I slowly walked to the bathroom. I didn't want the guy to know I was looking at him. At first all I could see was his big package as he laid down on the floor. I then got a good look at his face. This sure was one fucking hot guy! I knew what Kelly was up to, but I wasn't sure if I wanted in on it. Sometimes we have three ways with guys. She loves the look on their faces when they see us eating each other's pussies. I slowly walked back into my bedroom. I wasn't sure what to say to her. The first thing I noticed was, Kelly had taken off all of her clothes except her bra. That told me that she wanted to fuck that guy. I took one look at her nice pussy and I decided that sleep was something that I could do later on. I wanted in on this action.

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I'm going to tell you something that will blow your mind. I know that it fucked up my life big time when it happened. My boyfriend had sex with my very best friend. I caught them fucking right in my own bed! I couldn't believe it, they were fucking in my own bed. If that wasn't more than I could handle, what happened next will blow your mind.

I went out shopping with my sister. We like to go shopping on pay day. We normally don't buy a lot of stuff, just a few things. Sometimes we just pick up some groceries or little items. We like to get out and talk, you know like us women do.

We went shopping and I got a real nice beef brisket. I was going to cook it for my boyfriend. He loved beef, any way that it can be cooked. I think the guy would have ate it raw if I let him. I've never known a man who loved beef as much as that guy did. Sometimes I would catch him eating cheese burgers in his car. I would clean his car out from time to time and he always had a bunch of cheese burger wrappers all through the car.

I came home and I put the stuff away. The whole time I was thinking about how I could cook this brisket for Steven. I was planning a big meal with the brisket and all kinds of fixings. Then, I heard something strange. It was a weird sound coming from my bedroom Steven told me that he had to work that day, so it took me by surprise. I heard people talking, and I couldn't understand who it was. I don't have a television or a radio in my bedroom, so I knew that I didn't leave anything on when I went shopping.

I walked very slowly up to my bedroom door. It was closed, this too was very strange. I never close my bedroom door. I have no reason to, it's just me and Steven here. I stood still and listened to what was going on. This really fucking blew my mind.

“I never knew you liked to eat pussy,” I heard Steven say.

Who was eating who's pussy? This made my fucking blood boil. What kind of shit was he doing in my bed? I don't know, but I was going to find out.

“Lick me right there Carla,” I heard a voice say.

Who the fuck is Carla? Why is she in my bedroom? How many people were in my bedroom? I had no clue, but I knew that I was about to see something that I didn't like. Something so bad, that it made my stomach sick.

“What the fuck is going on here?” I said as I slammed open the door.

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“Awwwwe fuck!” Kelly yelled as her car stalled.

This is the second time this week that her car stalled. She knew that she had to get it fixed, but she didn't have the money. The mechanic won't take payments and she doesn't have a credit card.

Kelly got out of the car and lifted the hood. For the life of her, she couldn't figure out what was wrong with the car. It wasn't smoking, it didn't make any funny sounds. There wasn't even a faint odor or anything that caught her eye.

“I don't know what the fuck I am going to do.” She said looking under the hood.

Kelly had just got off work from her office job. She was still wearing her work clothes. She was wearing a long brown dress, that was cut almost all the way up on the side.

She was also wearing a white silk dress shirt and a pearl necklace. She unbuttoned her shirt while she was looking under the hood. It was hotter than hell outside and even the smallest relief felt amazing.

Much to her surprise as Kelly walked back to her car, she seen a man walking up to her. In this day and age, a woman has to be careful. So, she politely said hello and started to get in her car.

“What is wrong with your car?” The man asked.

“I don't know.” Kelly said as she rolled down her window.

“How did it act before it broke down?” He asked leaning towards her through the window.

“It sputtered a little, but that was about it.” She said looking at him.

Even though she was afraid of the stranger, she needed someone to help her get back on the road. If nothing else this man could call a tow truck so she could get home. Anything would be better than setting on the side of the road.

“Are you sure that you didn't run out of gas?” He asked scratching his head.

“Yes, I just put five dollars in it before I left for work. Work is only five miles away from the gas station.” Kelly said as she looked at the gas gauge.

“I can take a look and see what I can find. You might have a leak in your gas tank or maybe something else is wrong.” He said walking around to the front of the car.

“I need you to pop the hood for me.” He said trying to open the hood.

“There is a latch right under the hood. Press that and the hood will come up.” Kelly said getting out of the car.

“This is an older car.” The man said as he looked under the hood.

“Yes, it is all that I can afford right now.” Kelly said.

“I am going to open up the choke in the carburetor. Go inside and start the car.” He said while unscrewing something.

Kelly got in and she started the car.

“Okay, hold on. Let me get some gas in your carburetor.” He said as he jerked on something.

“Now, try again.” He said.

Kelly did as he said and the car started right up. He continued to play around with the car and the motor accelerated really fast. It took her by surprise. He put down the hood and he came around.

“I think your choke is sticking. That is the only thing that I can think of. I messed around with it and it started up. If this happens again, go and…. Let me show you.” He said walking around to the front.

He took off the air filter and he showed her the choke.

“If it stops again, just put a stick or something in there to open it up when you start it. You should get this checked out by a mechanic. You can easily work on it if it breaks down, but it is a pain in the ass.” He said putting the hood back down.

Kelly was happy that nothing bad actually happened to her car. She knew she didn't have the money to fix it. It was all she could do to afford gas, let alone the high prices that mechanics charge.

“How much do I owe you?” Kelly asked the man.

“You don't owe me a thing. Matter of fact, if you want, I can fix this for you. It will cost you a few bucks for parts. I won't charge you anything to fix it.” He said as he wiped his hands on his pants.

This was music to her ears. She could afford the parts if they were cheap enough. But, she couldn't allow the guy not to take any kind of payments.

“I've got to pay you something, I can't let you do it for free.” She said getting her purse.

“Listen lady, I don't need your money. I would rather see you with a safe car then me having a few bucks. Save that money for parts.” He said watching her take money out of her purse.

“I'm not going to let you do the work for free. Can I work it off?” She asked.

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I woke up early so I could cook up a special breakfast. I've been wanting to do something nice for my husband Joe. Joe is a really great guy and sometimes I feel like I don't do enough for him. I want Joe to know that I love him and he is a very special part of my life. I don't know what I would do if he wasn't around. Just thinking about it makes me want to cry.

I decided the night before that I would surprise my husband with breakfast in bed. I would cook up a breakfast so good, that he would think it came from a restaurant! We've been married for fifteen years, we were both eighteen when we got married. Just out of high school and horny, as some people might say. Joe joined the service and we moved so we could live on the base. I got a job at a local teddy bear factory. I still work there, but only part time. Just something to keep me busy, since we don't have a family. Joe, he's out of the service now. He works for a company that deals with security issues. Stuff like store security, sports games, concerts, all that kind of stuff. A lot of the military guys get into jobs like that after they get out. Joe makes enough money now that I don't have to work, but I do it anyway. I've made a lot of friends at my job, many of them are like family to me.

It was Saturday and neither of us work on the weekends. Well, sometimes Joe does go into work on the weekends if they have to plan a special security detail for a big event. Usually stuff like that is dealt with way in advance though. I woke up at five o'clock and made sure that I didn't wake Joe. I didn't want him to know what I was up to. We eat breakfast at six o'clock on the dot every morning. Military men are like that, organization is the key to success Jim always says. I don't mind, I like getting up early and reading the newspaper. I then check my email and write back to anyone who wrote me during the night. My sister likes to send me these funny jokes before she goes to bed at night. I look forward to having a good laugh in the morning each day.

I whipped him up a breakfast that I knew he would love. I made sunny side up eggs, pancakes, and link sausages. Joe loves link sausages, he won't eat the patties. I don't know what the difference is, but I know there is a skin around the link sausages. I told Joe that skin is guts from a pig and he didn't care. Joe said it made the sausage taste better. I don't know about that, but I try not to think about guts while I eat them. I am more of a bacon person myself, but I never buy bacon. I'm the only one who will eat the stuff. By the time I could eat a whole pack of bacon, it would have spoiled and went bad. Joe also likes to have his eggs fried in butter. Butter was made for eggs, that's another one of his little sayings. I always make sure to get the fresh sweet cream unsalted butter when I'm at the store. The stuff with a purple cow on the package that always makes me laugh.

“It's time to get up honey,” I said as I walked into the bedroom with Joe's breakfast on a tray.

“Five more minutes Nancy. Just five more minutes.” Joe said as he rolled around in the bed.

“Wake up. I've made you breakfast in bed,” I said standing next to the bed.

“Breakfast in bed?” Joe asked dazed.

“Wake up honey. It's your favorite breakfast,” I said.

“Oh, why thank you.” Joe said as he began to wake up from his sleepy daze.

Joe asked if I could hold onto the tray while he went to the bathroom, I said that I could. Joe came back and he laid down and I gave him the tray. Joe looked down at it and then smiled at me. I knew that he was happy to have his favorite breakfast.

“I'm going to go down and bring up my breakfast.” I said as I left the room.

I went down to the kitchen and made myself a plate of breakfast food. I also poured myself a glass of milk to wash it all down. Some people like orange juice or coffee when they wake up, I like milk. I've actually only been drinking milk at breakfast for the past few months. My doctor says that I should start thinking about getting extra calcium. I'm not too old, but he said that I'm at that age where I should be concerned. He's probably right, I don't want to end up with brittle bones like the older women in my family.

I carried up my breakfast on the tray slowly up the steps, making sure that I didn't spill any of my milk. One time when Joe and I were younger I made him breakfast in bed and I spilled the food all over myself. That was something I'll never forget. That happened at this old place we used to live in. It had a steep black oak stair case that just begged you to fall down it. Who ever built that damn thing, must have done it in spite. I can't believe that people walked up stairs differently back in the old days.

I went back to the bedroom and carefully laid down in the bed. I looked over at Joe and he was as happy as could be. He leaned over to kiss me and I felt the grease from the sausage on his lips. I love the look that Joe had, his glow could have lit a pitch black cave.

“What did I do to deserve this?” Joe asked with a smirk.

“I just wanted let you know how much you mean to me,” I said giving him a motherly smile.

“I'd kiss you, but my mouth is all dirty.” Joe said as he chomped on one of his sausage links.

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A friend of mine has been dating this card dealer that works at a casino in Las Vegas. This guy is a real card shark. Paul says that he used to play cards for a living. I believe it, because he knows his way around a deck of cards. I like to watch him shuffle the cards. He can shuffle them so fast, it is hard to focus on his hands.

I've got something to admit to you guys. I'm bisexual. Sarah, my friend asked if I would like to have sex with her and Paul. I told her that I would love to. She then told me that there was going to be two other women having sex with us. I couldn't believe what she was telling me. Two other women? That would mean there would be four women total and one guy. Paul was a very lucky man. I told her that I would go along with it. I've never had sex with Paul, but I thought it would be kind of neat. Paul is kind of sly, the type of man you would expect to work in Las Vegas.

I've never really done anything like this. I've had a three way before, but never had sex with this many people at one time. The idea of having sex with this many people at once was a real turn on for me. I know that some of Sarah's friends are pretty hot. She knows a lot of girls that go to the local college. I've seen many of her friends and they are something else. I've fingered myself thinking about one of her friends. She is a hot black chick with curves that you wouldn't believe. She has a rack on her that bounces every time she walks. I've always wanted to feel her up, but I don't know if she's into chicks or not. It can be quite difficult telling if a woman is into other women. The lesbos are easy, it's the bisexual chicks that are hard to tell apart. I've been with a few women that you wouldn't even have thought was into other women.

I went to the store to get myself a new sexy dress. I wanted something that looked hot and sexy. I'm that way when it comes to sexual stuff like this. I know that it might sound stupid to some people, but I love sex. I love making it special. Even though sex with this many people is far from being special. It is more like being full of lust. I've always wanted to have sex with a whole bunch of girls. Just to see what it is like. I love the taste of pussy and I also love tasting other women's pussies to see what they taste like. Every woman has a different taste to her. Some may only taste slightly different than others, but that's what makes pussy eating fun. I love eating a pussy that has a real musky scent. I get so horny smelling a woman with a musky scent, that I have to play with myself as I eat her pussy.

I found this little sexy dress that shows off my tits. Some guys say that the best part of me is my tits. I don't know about that, but I do think I have a nice chest. My tits are natural and they have great shape. I love playing with my tits as I finger my pussy. I don't do that all too much, but I do when I'm so horny that I can't take it. I knew right away that I wasn't going to be wearing any bra or panties under this dress. I didn't want to have to go through a lot of work getting naked. I'm the type of person who likes to get in the action when the mood strikes. Sometimes I don't wear panties anyway. I usually wear a bra though. I don't want to be forty years old and have tits that sag to my knees. I've known a few women like that. It's not a pretty sight.

The night before all of this was to go down, I could hardly sleep. It was all that I could do to lay still in my bed. That's how excited I was. I thought about calling up one of my friends to see if she had any sleeping pills. She is a pill popper and always has some kind of pills on hand. I was afraid that if I called her on the phone, I would end up waking her up. The last thing I needed was to have her bitching at me because I got her out of bed. I usually don't pop pills, but I do take sleeping pills if I'm having a hard time falling asleep. I know that I probably shouldn't, but sometimes I can't sleep. Especially when I know I'm about to have a kick ass time like I was the next day. There was no doubt in my mind that this was a sexual experience that I was never going to forget.

The day had finally came. I think I got a total of three hours sleep. I got up out of bed and played around on the computer for awhile. I wasn't about to just lay there all night and not do anything. I heard a doctor on television say that is the worst thing you can do when you can't sleep. He said that you should get up and do something. Well, the only thing I felt like doing was playing with myself. I was thinking too much about the wild and crazy sex that we were going to be having. The problem was, my vibrator's batteries were dead. It couldn't have happened on a night that I was more horny. I wasn't in the mood to use my finger. I needed something long and thick like a cock.

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I went out with some of my friends to go shopping. We had a girls day out, it was just us girls. We didn't take no one else with us. We went to the mall and looked around. I got a new CD, but that is all that I got. I still haven't listened to my new CD. I don't even know why I bought it, I guess I bought it just to be buying something. You know how good it makes you feel to buy something from time to time. To spend money on something that you have been wanting, or at least think you have been wanting.

After shopping, we went to a fast food restaurant. I'll tell you the name of it, but you will never recognize it. It's a place called Burgers and Fries. I have traveled all over the country and I've never seen another one of these places. As you can guess, they sell burgers and fries. Every now and then I like a good cheese burger and an order of fries. All of their food is good, but the milk shakes are the best. I love their chocolate milk shakes, though I never drink them while I'm eating. I drink the milk shake as a desert, after I am done with my meal. Actually, I eat most of it with a spoon. After it melts I drink it with a straw. Some people think that is silly, it makes perfect sense to me.

We sat around and ate for awhile. There were a total of three of us, so we had plenty to talk about. You know how us girls are when you get us alone. All we do is talk and talk some more. Everyone had something to bitch about, either their job or men in their lives. The strange thing is, we are all single. No men in our lives, though sometimes we go bar hoping and pick up men. Usually those relationships don't last.

I have to admit a little secret, this will probably blow your mind. All three of us are bisexual and we have sex with each other. We don't do it often, only when we are in the mood for it. Usually it isn't all three of us at once, but just two of us go at it. Most of the time we all can't get together at the same time. But, every now and then it does happen and we have great sex. All three of us have sex together, wouldn't men love to watch that on tape! I teased the other girls about taping us have sex, but they all were against it. I don't know if I would really do it, but it might be fun.

Before we went back to my place, we went to a shoe store. I wanted to get some new high heels. I got this hot short skirt a few weeks ago and I have no shoes to go with it. At least that was the excuse that I made so I could get a new pair of shoes. Shoes are so addictive, I wish I didn't have to wear them. I could go shopping for shoes every day of the week. I don't know why, but that is how I am.

When we got back to my place, we just sat around. I knew that it was a bad idea to come here, but I didn't know where else to go. I had spent too much money as it was, so I didn't have any more to spend. Kelly acted like she wanted to go see a movie, but I told her I didn't have the money. I would have went if she could have bought my ticket. I didn't ask, I hate asking people to buy stuff for me. Kelly is a grown woman, she can go to the movies if she wants to. Nothing is holding her back.

I suggested that we go down to the bar. We all know this hot bartender that works down there. This guy is so fucking hot, we all fight about who will get to take him out on a date. None of us has had the chance to do so, but I suspect one of these days we will. They all said they would like to go, so I drove down there. Chuck, the bartender, will give us all the free soda pop we can drink. He won't give us any booze unless we pay for it. But, that is fine with me, I don't have the money for booze. I don't like to drink anyway, I think it's kind of stupid. Why would I want to get drunk and act like a fool? Though, I do like watching drunk people make fools out of themselves.

“I'll take three colas with ice,” I told Chuck as I sat down at the counter.

“Hi, it's nice to see you ladies,” Chuck said as he got us our drinks.

I used to feel bad for taking the free drinks Chuck offered. But, he said not to worry about it. His boss said that he could give pretty girls all the soda pop they wanted. The boss said it was good for business to have pretty girls in the bar. I don't think of myself as being pretty, but I do think Kelly and Jackie are pretty. That is probably just a self esteem issue though.

“How are you ladies this evening?” Chuck asked.

How was I doing? Not too bad since I just got to see him bend over. That nice ass of his will put a smile on any woman's face. Not to sound too dirty, but this guy is really fucking hot. I don't know how women can keep their hands off of him. I know one thing for sure, if given the chance I would fuck his brains loose.

“I'm doing okay,” I said as I took a sip of my drink.

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Every one of you ladies will know exactly what I am talking about. We always get horny when it comes that time of the month. You know, our bloody friend. The friend that we wish that would never come back again.

I get horny when I am on my period. I mean really fucking horny. I can't help myself. The only thing that helps me get through it, is a man. I know men don't like to go down there during that time of the month, but that is when I need it the most. I always tell my men that if they fuck me while I am on my period, I'll give them some extra blow jobs. Men always like to get their dick sucked when they wake up in the morning.

This is a true story. I was dating this guy named Rob. Rob was my boyfriend for about two years. We broke up a few years ago. He got a new job and moved away.

Keep in mind, this is a true story. You can't make stuff like this up!

Rob and I had a date planned. We were going down to my favorite bar to get drunk. I know I shouldn't do it, but sometimes I get drunk when I am on my period. It seems to help the cramps. But, my head cramps the next day if I drink too much! I don't know which is worse.

I will now just tell the story. I know I promised before, but I had to say that about getting drunk. I don't know why, but I had to tell you.

“I need to go grab a pack of smokes.” I said as I went through my purse.

“You don't have any cigarettes?” Rob asked.

“I have four cigarettes. That isn't enough for the whole night.” I said as I lit one of the four cigarettes.

“Where do you want to go to get a pack?” He asked.

“Just any gas station is fine.” I said.

We stopped at a gas station that is about half way between the bar and my house.

“I'm going to let you go in and get them.” I said as I puffed on my cigarettes.

“You want light one hundreds? Is that the kind you smoke.” Rob asked.

“Yes. Just one pack is fine.” I replied.
“I'm going to get a couple of packs for myself while I am in there.” Rob said as he got out of the car.

If there was on thing I hated about Rob, it was that he always ran into someone he knew. I'm not saying it's bad to have friends, but it's not like that. He would run into them and talk to them for ever. I mean, he was in that gas station for at least twenty minutes talking to some guy. I didn't even know who the guy was!

Rob came out of the store with his cigarettes but not mine. I asked him where mine were, he said that he forgot to get them. It pissed me off when he did stuff like that. He would spend all that time talking to that guy, but forget all about me. Maybe I'm a little bitchy, but I like to have my man's attention.

Rob got my cigarettes and we went off to the bar. As we got to the bar, I thought of something.

“If we are going to get drunk, how are you going to drive home?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“If we get really drunk. You can't drive us home.” I said.

“Fuck! I never thought of that.” Rob said as he pounded his fist on the steering wheel.

“I will drop you off, then take the car home. I'll call Carl and see if he can drop me off at the bar. I'll buy him a six pack at the gas station or get him something for taking me.” Rob said as he lit a cigarette.

“Sounds good honey. Please, don't spend all night talking to Carl.” I warned Rob.

I know Rob and I know how he acts. He would probably leave me at the bar all night and come when they are going to close. I know Rob, trust me, I know him.

“If I get him a six pack of beer, he will want to go straight home and drink it.” Rob said.

“You get him a six pack then. I want you with me!” I said as I kissed him on the cheek.

Rob dropped me off and I went inside the bar. I don't know why, but when I go into a bar I always light a cigarette. I think it is because I want to smoke when I see all that smoke. I ordered a Martini and I found a booth to sit in. I didn't want to sit at the counter, because I didn't want to get hit on by men. If I was single, that would be okay. Some men don't mind their girlfriend's to flirt a little. But Rob, he hated it when I flirted with men. One time he threatened to beat a guy up who I was flirting with.

I smoked my cigarette and drank my Martini. It was a fairly good Martini, it was mixed properly and didn't taste watered down. Sometimes the ice in those shakers makes the drink taste too weak. But, this one was just right.

I don't know if I wanted to chain smoke because I was in the bar or if it was because of PMS. When I am on my period, all I do is smoke. I even fall asleep at night with a cigarette in the ashtray. I never hold the cigarette in bed, I always put it in the ashtray after I take a puff on it. That way, if I fall asleep I don't catch anything on fire.

I noticed a call coming through on my cell phone.

“Hello.” I said into the phone.

“It's me Rob. Carl is at the gas station getting a six pack now. I will be there in about ten minutes.” Rob said.

“Okay honey, I'll see you then.” I said right before I hung up the phone.

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“Do you ever get horny?” Steve asked.

“What do you mean?” I asked confused.

“You know, just out of the blue get horny.” Steve replied.

“Sometimes, why do you ask?” I asked.

“I'm really horny right now.” Steve said as he stopped the car at a red light.

“Have you ever got a blow job while driving?” I asked.

“No, I have never done that.” Steve said as he pushed the gas pedal down.

I have known Steve for about six months. We are dating, if you can call it that. It isn't anything serious, we aren't going to get married or anything like that.

“Would you like a blow job?” I said putting my hand on his knee.

“Sure, but if I wreck, it is your fault.” Steve laughed.

“If you don't think you can drive, just pull over some place.” I said as I un-zipped his pants.

I un-zipped his pants and pulled his cock through the whole in his underwear. You know the one, the one right in the middle of the crotch. His penis was semi hard. It didn't take long before it was rock hard.

“Oh shit, I don't know about this.” Steve said as I put my lips around his cock.

I could taste stale sweat on his cock. It tasted salty and kind of stunk. He must have been working out today or did something to make him sweat.

“Your cock tastes like sweat.” I said as I went down on him.

“Well, that's what happens when you work all day long in a factory.” He said chuckling.

“You know I don't like it when you don't take a shower after work.” I raised up and said.

“Honey, you picked me up from work. This is your car.” Steve said.

I forgot that I picked him up when he got off of work. That is why his dick cock tasted so sweaty. I felt stupid for even bringing it up.

I went all the way down on his cock. I didn't tease any, I went straight to please mode. I sucked his cock as if I was sucking peas through a straw. I did it slowly and very passionately. If there is one thing I love, it is sucking cock.

“Are you driving okay?” I asked.

“Well, most of the time we have been at a red light. So, I don't know how well I will drive.” Steve said while pushing my mouth on his cock.

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I like guys that have long cocks. I'm not going to hide it, I'm a cock addict. I've loved cock ever since I first had one inside me. I've got something else to admit, I love black guys. I find that black guys have the kind of cock that I crave. These black guys that I have been dating are really well hung. There are no tiny cocks attached to black men. I'm sure there are, but I've never saw one. Not one, that says something about black men, if you know what I mean. I have had all kinds of guys from all walks of life. I keep going back to black men, I just love that black cock!

I've got to tell you something else, while I'm being open and honest. I'm a white woman, so if you don't like the fact that I date black men, you can stop reading this right now. No need to go any further, the last thing I want is someone who is going to put me down. People should be free no matter what their skin color is. A black man has every right to live in this world that a white man has. I asked a doctor once if black people's guts are the same as a white person's. He told me that black people are no different on the inside. That told me that it was more than okay to date black men. They are just like you and me. Well, I shouldn't say that. They are like white guys, but they have bigger cocks. Let's not forget the bigger cocks.

I've dated all kinds of black men. Let me tell you, what they say about black men aren't true. Sure, some of them are lazy. But, there are all kinds of lazy people in this world, not just blacks. The men I have dated all had jobs, good jobs at that. I sucked a guy's cock who was a basketball player. I can't tell you his name, because he would get mad at me for telling people about it. But, after a game, I gave him the best blow job he ever had. At least that is what he told me. I swallowed every drop of his cum and begged him for more! When I say I can't get enough black cock, I mean it!

My last boyfriend was a business man, a rich business man. He even owned his very own company. Now, you can't say that a successful man who owns his own business is lazy or stupid. All he done was work, but I didn't mind. He bought me all kinds of shit, even a new car. He was an older guy, much older than me. He told me that fucking a girl like me made him feel young. I don't know about that, but he was good in bed. It didn't hurt that he had a lot of money, but if he wouldn't have had such a big cock, I wouldn't have dated him. I'm a woman of principal, I'll tell you that much.

This guy I have been dating, he is a big shot at a bank. I don't know what his title is, but he wears a suit every day to work. That is what I call a big shot, that and he has a lot of money. A big wallet and a big cock is what you need to get me. Though, I really shouldn't talk like that. I would fuck him even if he didn't have such a good job, at least I think I would. I've never really thought about it. He is a nice guy, but he doesn't spend as much money on me as the other guy did. I had to break up with the other guy because he got back together with his wife.

We did mess around a little bit after he got back together with her, but we had to stop. He said that he wasn't going to mess up his marriage again. I don't know what he was talking about, the stupid bitch was just out for his money. After she was broke, that is when she called him up. I know how these women are, they will do anything for a buck. I know that I sound like one of those types of women, but I assure you that I'm not. I like guys who have good jobs, because they are the type of man who knows what they want out of life. They are the best in bed, because they get to the point. A rich guy has to know how to handle himself, unless he got the money from his family. Most guys who work hard, have good personalities.

I'm going to call my new boyfriend Alex. That isn't his real name, but I'm not going to tell you that. Not that I'm ashamed or anything, but you know how the internet is. There are all kinds of freaks out there. Also, you never know when these guys are married. Though, I'm pretty sure that Alex isn't married. If he is, he sure is doing a good job of hiding it. I think he might have been in a long term relationship with a woman, but I don't think they ever got married. Every now and then Alex will talk about his son, so he must have been in some kind of relationship.

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“Keep fucking me like that!” I yelled out.

Rick was giving my pussy all the workout that it could handle. I've never been fucked by a guy with such force. It was as if he was trying to fuck a hole that went through my entire body. I was surprised that his cock didn't go all the way to my throat, that is how hard he was fucking me. Not that I'm complaining, I love getting it good and hard.

“Come over here Carl, don't let me forget about you,” I said as I looked at Carl.

“You want some of my cock?” Carl asked as he got on his knees.

“I don't think you need to ask that question.” I said as I put his cock in my mouth.

I was being fucked from behind and I was also sucking Carl's hard cock. This was a birthday party that I will never forget. I wanted to celebrate my twenty first birthday in style, that was exactly what I wanted to do. I was getting fucked by these two hot studs and there were two more waiting for their turn at me. I've never been with four men at one time, but there is a first for everything. I wanted the first day that I could legally drink to also be the first time I had sex with four guys. I know every woman out there would love to have four guys at one time, I know I did!

“I love that nice little ass of yours,” Rick said as he fucked me from behind.

“Give it a little smack,” I said looking back at him.

“While he's smacking my ass with his cock, smack my face with your cock,” I told Carl.

“You are a wild woman,” Carl said as he smacked my face with his cock.

He's right, I think we should live hard and pay the costs later. I'm going to have fun while I'm young, when I'm old and gray I can't do stuff like this. I don't know about that, I actually hope that I'm a wild old woman. You know the type of grandma that everyone thinks is fun. That is the old woman that I want to be. I want to go out searching for guys with my grand daughter. I think that would be the neatest thing ever.

“Do you want to switch?” Rick asked Carl.

“I'll fuck that nice pussy of hers,” Carl said as he pulled his cock out of my mouth.

“If you are going to fuck me, you need to pound me like Rick was!” I demanded.

Carl looked down at me and he gave me a wink. I didn't know what that meant, but I had a feeling that it meant that I was about to get fucked good and hard. I've got nothing against that, if anything, I'm weary of a woman who doesn't like it like that. I can't believe that a woman would want long romantic sex with four guys. Hell no, they would want to get fucked so good, they feel it the next day!

Carl slid his cock in my wet pussy. I think he put some lube on his dick, but maybe I was just really wet. I started to suck on Rick's cock Carl slid his inside me. Every time Carl pounded my pussy, it would jolt my face into Rick's pubic hair. One time Carl fucked me so hard, that I thought he was going to make me choke on Rick's cock. Wouldn't that have been something? I don't know if I would have had to go to the hospital for such a thing. Could you imagine the look on their face's if I came in there with a cock jammed down my throat? I'm sure they would be talking about that for years to come!

“Are you going to put Randy to bed?” Bob asked.

“I will in a few minutes, I think he is still watching his show.” I said looking over at Randy.

“You know how angry he gets if he doesn't get to watch his cartoons.” Bob said while looking down at him.

When you are married with children, every night seems the same. The only difference is, what you have for dinner. Some nights it might be meat loaf while other nights it is chicken. That is about all that changes when you are married with children.

“Mommy, Mommy, look at that cat run.” Randy said as he watched the cartoon.

“He better run before the dog catches him.” I said as I watched Randy watch the cartoon.

“That dog will eat him for a snack!” Bob said.

“Don't talk like that Daddy, I like cats.” Randy said.

The cat ran off of the side of a cliff.

“It looks like the cat is no gone.” Bob said while raising up from the chair.

“No, he is hiding from the dog.” Randy explained.

Sure enough, the cat was waiting for the dog at the bottom of the hill. The dog came by him and the cat laughed at him. This made the dog angry and chased the cat some more. I knew the cartoon was over because it showed both the cat and the dog in a hospital.

“It looks like neither of them won.” Randy said looking up from the TV.

“Looks like you need to get ready for bed.” I told Randy.

“But, maybe there will be another cartoon on after this one.” Randy said glued to the TV.

“There is no more cartoons after this one.” Bob said.

“How do you know?” Randy asked.

“Because, they are going to show a movie next. Didn't you see the commercials for it?” Bob asked.

“I guess not.” Randy said somewhat depressed.

“Let's go brush your teeth and get you ready for bed.” I told Randy.

Randy got up and ran to the bathroom. He is the only kid I have ever known who actually likes to brush his teeth. When he first started brushing his teeth, he actually brushed them so much his gums would bleed. I even caught him brushing his teeth in the middle of the night. I don't know why he did that stuff, but his grandpa scared him about getting cavities.

“I'm going to get ready for bed too.” Bob yelled as he walked down the hallway.

A few years ago we put a small bathroom in what used to be a closet. Bob said that if we have more kids, we will be thanking ourselves that we have our own bathroom. He is probably right, but it still seems a little weird. I could hear him using his electric razor in our bathroom while I was getting Randy ready for bed. I thought it was kind of weird that he would be shaving before he went to bed.

I put Randy to bed and went into our bedroom. There Bob was up reading some magazine. He got a subscription to some fishing magazine. I don't know why he got it, he never goes fishing. He says he likes to read it because it relaxing him. Go figure, I don't understand that one.

I got ready and I laid in bed.

“Why don't you put that magazine away?” I said as I laid next to him.

“Why?” Bob asked.

“Because, I want you to pay some attention to me.” I said back to him.

“Mommy, I think I heard something down stairs.” Randy said running into the room.

“I'm sure nothing is down stairs.” Bob said putting the magazine away.

“Why don't you go check?” I asked.

“Yeah Daddy, go check.” Randy said.

“I'll go check, but you better be getting to bed.” Bob told Randy.

Bob went downstairs and checked if there was anyone down there. It was just the dog running around downstairs. We started letting him inside the house because it will be getting cold outside. I thought it would be a good idea to get him house broken. Maybe it isn't such a good idea.

“What was down there?” Randy asked afraid.

“It was the dog. Get back to bed.” Bob said.

Randy went back to bed. I checked up on him and we fell asleep. Sometimes that kid doesn't want to go to bed for anything. I don't know, but I might have to ask the doctor if anything might be wrong. I try my best to keep him active so he has things to do.

“What a fucking long day.” I said as I lit a cigarette.

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My friend Tabitha and I are whores. I know what you may be thinking, but I don't care. I could care less what you think about it. After all, I'm sure some of you have been to whores as well. We get all kinds of clients from all over the world. You wouldn't believe how busy our days are. The trick to our success is, we only work in pairs. If a customer wants one of us, they have to get both of us. Most men really like the idea of being with two women. I haven't heard any complaints yet about it.

Eric, a customer of ours called me up on my cell phone. He asked if we could swing by where he works. Him and his friend Jim wanted a little action. I told him that we could be there in an hour. Eric said that would be fine and said to just walk in, the garage door would be open. Eric is one of our best customers. He will call us up at least once per week. Him and Jim chip in together to get our services. I really don't care, as long as we get our money. I don't know why Eric calls us though. Even Jim for that matter. They are both good looking guys with good jobs. I'm sure they could find women that would put out when they asked. Tabitha said that they might be boyfriends. You know, bisexual. They both like women, but they like men even more. That kind of makes sense to me. I have caught Eric looking at Jim while he fucked me before. But, I can't imagine that two handsome men like that would be like that. You never know though, nothing surprises me these days.

Tabitha said that she wanted to pick up something to eat before we went over to the garage. I asked her what she wanted to do and she said that she wanted to go out for a burger. I was hoping that she would go back to her house and cook us something. I'm not much of a cook myself. I can boil water without many problems, but that is about it. You can't eat hot water! Though, it is good for scrubbing the floor when it is really dirty. We got burgers and sat in the car and ate them. Tabitha said that her burger tasted like it was over cooked. Mine tasted fine, but they did put a lot of mayo on it. I don't understand why these places load the sandwiches up with mayo. I don't mind a little bit, but I don't want so much on the sandwich that it drips out of the sides.

We finished our burgers and I went over to the gas station to get some mints. I never thought to ask them to not put onions on my sandwich. I ate a few mints and Tabitha said she couldn't smell onions on my breath. It isn't a long drive over to the garage. It only takes about ten minutes, depending on traffic. We have some customers that are about an hour or so drive away. We make them pay extra if we have to drive over to their place. They don't mind, in fact we service one older guy who says that we are the only whores that he gets. He says that one of these days his ticker will go out on him because we are way too good in bed. I don't know about that, but any old man who can handle two women is something else. Most old guys that I know wouldn't be able to get it up for five minutes, let alone last as long as this guy can. Tabitha thinks he might use Viagra, but I don't know about that. I would be pretty surprised if he did.

As soon as we go there, Jim and Eric came out. They were looking good as they normally do. I really don't know what to make of them being bisexual or not. Sometimes I think they might be. I mean, they are two really good looking men that take care of themselves. I've never known a straight man to take care of themselves the way that they do. Jim told me that I would be his piece of ass tonight. I batted my eye lashes and told him that I would be his piece of ass any night that he asked me to be. Jim got a kick out of that. Tabitha walked up to Eric and felt up his cock. Eric smiled at her and I thought that Jim was watching her like a hawk. Maybe I was reading into it more than I should have. I don't know.

I got on my knees and started sucking on Jim's cock. All Jim could do was look down at me and smile. There wasn't much else that he could do. I'd like to think that I can suck a cock the way a man likes it. I've sucked so many cocks, that I can't even keep them all straight. I used to keep track how many different customers that we used to have, but I don't any more. Some come and go so fast that you forget their name. I think I counted up about two hundred men that we have had sex with in the past. That number might be a little low.

“You do your best work on your knees,” Jim said looking down at me.

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“I'll take a pack of Camel cigarettes.” I told the clerk.

“Would you like soft pack or box?” The clerk asked.

“I'll take them in a box please.” I replied.

“That will be three dollars even.” He said while punching buttons on the cash register.

I laid three dollars down and walked away.

“Thank you ma'm.” The clerk said as he took my money off of the counter.

I lit a cigarette and blew the smoke out of my nostrils. I hadn't had a cigarette in a few hours. My hand shook from withdraw. The smoke felt harsh going into my lungs, but it tasted good. It tasted good because I knew it was going to calm my nerves.

I took a few more drags off of my cigarette. About half way through the cigarette, my nerves calmed down. Isn't it strange how needing a cigarette wrecks your nerves? I haven't been able to figure that one out.

“Another fucking lonely Saturday.” I said out loud as I threw the cigarette butt on the ground.

I lit another cigarette and felt guilty. I felt guilty because I was chain smoking. I can remember when my grandpa used to chain smoke Lucky Strikes. All he would do is smoke cigarettes. He even smoked while he ate. I guess I lit another one because I was full of self pity. I didn't want to spend the weekend alone again.

I sat down on the curb near the side of the store. I know the guy who owns the place, so I wasn't worried about having the cops called on me. He has been a family friend for years. When I was growing up, everyone would hang out at the store. Sometimes the owner would even give us free candy. That used to make our days.

“Hey Cindy.” A voice said from a distance.

I couldn't tell who it was or where it was coming from. It sounded so far away, I assumed they were talking to someone else.

“Cindy, over here.” I heard.

I looked over and he said. “It's me Mark.”.

I hadn't seen Mark in ages. We grew up together and he moved off to go to some fancy college. It always seems to end up that way. No one ever stays in this town, unless they get married when they are young.

“Mark, is that you?” I shouted while running up to his car.

“The one and only.” He said.

“How long has it been?” I asked.

“I don't know. Five years maybe?” Mark said after pausing to think.

I always had a crush on Mark. He is cute, in a nerdy way. I like the strange geeky kind of guys.

“What are you doing tonight?” Mark asked.

“Nothing.” I replied after taking a puff off of my cigarette.

“Would you like to go to the drive in and get something to eat?” Mark asked.

“I'd love to!” I said.

“Get in.” Mark said right before he unlocked the passenger side door.

“This town never changes. It is just the way it was five years ago.” Mark said as he pulled out of the parking lot.

“You know it. Everyone is gone but me.” I joked.

“It seems that way. All of my high school buddies have left. I was surprised to see you here.” Mark said.

Mark put on his turn signal and drove out of the parking lot. I wasn't sure where he was going. The drive in is on the other side of town.

“Fuck! I think I made a wrong turn.” Mark said as he pounded his fist on the steering wheel.

“Yeah, but if you take a left at the light, we can get there. Then you need to go straight for about a mile and take another left on Main Street.” I said using my finger to show him what I meant.

“You look better than ever.” Mark said as he looked me over.

“I lost a lot of weight. I used to be pretty chubby in school.” I said.

“You lost weight, but you didn't loose those nice tits of yours.” Mark said.

What?” I asked shocked.

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Here is a story that all of you girls out there will be able to relate too. I have been married to my husband Stan for the past ten years. He is a great man. Well, most of the time he is. He has had the same job for fifteen years and all that jazz. You know how good men are, they like to keep the same job and they make sure the gas tank is always filled in the car.

We have been trying to have a baby for the past few years. I have wanted a family since I was a little girl. I'm sure you know how it is, you play with dolls and you dream one day you will have a real baby. But, it has never happened. I am almost to the point where I am sick of trying.

Sex isn't what it used to be. Actually, we don't have sex very often these days. We might have it if Stan watches some porn or something, but that is about it. We started going to a marriage therapist. Her name is Dr. Phonic. I have never heard of such a strange last name. Stan didn't want to go, but I said that we should go. I want to have a normal sex life.

Well, to make this story short… We talked to Dr. Phonic and he said the reason why he doesn't want to have sex with me anymore is, he feels that it is too clinical. The doctors told us all of these methods we should try to get pregnant. We were to do it at certain times of the day. We were to do it in certain positions. Stan said all of this made him feel like his was doing a medical procedure and not having sex.

I guess I can understand what he is talking about. I don't feel that way, because I didn't allow myself to feel that way. I never looked at it as being a medical procedure, but an act of love between the two of us. Just because we were trying to have a baby, doesn't mean there isn't any love involved. I guess Stan got so wrapped up in the positions and all of that, that he forgot why we were doing it.

I've never felt that my marriage was in jeopardy. I never felt like Stan stopped loving me. I need to be loved just like any other woman out there. I have needs, I have desires that need to be met. I want Stan to do these things for me. The problem as you know, Stan stopped doing it. It really did a number on me. I went through all of the normal stuff that women go through. I thought maybe he was cheating on me, or maybe he stopped finding me attractive. But, now I know it is none of those things.

The Dr. Phonic suggested that we have a romantic dinner. I thought it was a great idea. Stan on the other hand, didn't think it was such a great idea. It seems like every chance we get to be close to each other, we tries to sneak out of it. But, I had a plan.

I knew that if I could get him to the beach, he would go for a romantic dinner. Not because he wanted to be around me, but because he wanted to see all of the hot women in their skimpy swimsuits. Yes, I do get jealous when he looks at these women. But, I had to do something. Sometimes you have to tempt the animal so it can fall into your trap.

I cooked up a great meal. I fried some chicken, I made some of my famous pasta salad. When I make pasta salad I just cook the noodles, throw in some cubed chicken breast, some veggies, and top it all off with some Italian salad dressing. It is so easy to prepare and Stan loves it. I made some baked beans and I also baked a pie. I made sure that it was apple pie, Stan's favorite.

I knew there was no way he could refuse this meal. Everything was his favorites. Put that on top of the hot babes and there was no way he could refuse. I know my Stan very well.

Stan agreed to go to the beach and we went. I made sure that we were right in the view of some really hot babes. I'm not into women, but I know when kind of a woman men like to look at. They like women with nice big tits and round plump asses. Let me tell you, there were plenty of women who fit that kind of bill at the beach. I did feel a little on the jealous side, but I just kept telling myself this was for us.

“I haven't seen a rack that nice in years.” Stan said while eating a chicken leg.

“I knew you would be looking at them right away.” I said.

“You know me, I love seeing women on the beach.” Stan said with his mouthful.

Yes I did know. That is why I brought him to the beach. I wasn't going to tell him that though. I knew that if I did, he would feel like I was trying to manipulate him or something.

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It was our six month anniversary. Me and my boyfriend Alex were going to celebrate big time. He said he was going to take me out for dinner and everything. I was so happy I couldn't believe it. I don't get out much as you can see. So any time I can get out of the house, it is one hell of a treat for me.

Alex picked me up at my house. I was wearing a sexy white button down dress shirt. I made sure that I had just enough buttons loose so he could see my cleavage. Alex is a breast man. He doesn't hid it one bit. He says I have a nice pair of tits. Sometimes I tell him that he would think any pair were nice, as long as they were attached to someone breathing. But, he tells me he is in love with my tits. What can a girl say? I don't understand it.

“Where are we going to eat?” I asked.

“Do you know that little place over in Rolland?” He asked.

“You mean that seafood place?” I asked back.

“Yeah, the place that advertises the best lobster in the state.” Alex said looking over at me.

“I've heard of that place.” I said.

“Have you ever been there?” He asked.

“No. I hear it is expensive.” I said back to him.

“It is, but only the best for my sweetie.” He said as he kissed me on the cheek.

Alex is such a sweet guy. Now that I am in my 40's, I don't meet guys like him anymore. All of the men are either angry or on Viagra. They are pissed off because they can't get it up and they are pissed off at their ex-wives. Luckily me and my Jim didn't have a bloody divorce. We grew apart from each other and we both knew it. Getting divorced was the best thing for both of us.

I even still talk to Jim from time to time. He has a new wife and they are really happy. Every now and then they invite me over and we watch a movie or just sit around and talk. You know, I don't know if we were ever really in love. I think maybe we were just lonely and needed someone to be around. Don't get me wrong, Jim was a good man. But, we were just different.

Alex doesn't hate his ex wife. Sometimes we go over to her house and he visits his kids. They had two lovely kids together. Alex is so proud of his kids.

“Do you like seafood?” Alex asked.

“I love it! I will eat anything they give me.” I said.

“Would you eat a pile of shit?” He said.

“You are always poking fun at me.” I said while laughing.

Alex is such a kidder. If you don't watch it, he will let loose on you every time.

“I'd eat a pile of your shit honey.” I said while kissing him on the cheek.

“We could film it and make a bundle selling it on the Internet.” Alex joked.

“You look at that stuff on the Internet?” I asked.

“No, my brother emailed me a picture of someone eating shit.” He said.

“I'm sure. You probably jack off all the time looking at that stuff.” I said while giggling.

“I can't seem to jack off while on the Internet. I haven't figured out how to use the computer with one hand.” He said back.

We were now at the place. I could tell because it looked like an old ship. There were life boats next to hit and life savers everywhere.

“So, this is the place.” I said as I got out.

“The best damn seafood in the state.” He said leading the way to the door.

When he opened the door, a gush of smells ran up my nose. It was a good smell, it wasn't the fishy smell that I had expected. We sat down in a booth that was away from everyone. Alex later told me that he called in advance to get this table.

The placed looked like a corny seafood place. I don't mean that in a bad way. There were all kinds of ocean related pictures and objects. There was even a big sand box for people to play in. I seen a few fat people in there playing in the sand. They must of had way too much to drink.

“What would you like Ma'm?” The waitress asked.

“I'll take the steamed lobster with the steamed veggies.” I said.

“And you sir?” The woman asked.

“I will have the surf and turf.” Alex said while looking down at the menu.

“Oh, and I would like to have a couple rolls with lots and lots of butter.” I said looking up at the waitress.

“I never knew you loved butter so much.” Alex said.

“I love butter on my rolls.” I joked.

“I'd like to squirt my butter on your rolls.” Alex replied.

“If you are nice to me, you will get to do even more later on.” I said.

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What a fucking day at work. You wouldn't believe all of the shit that happened. I'm a nurse in the emergency room and it was one hell of a busy day. I can't even begin to tell you how awful it was. There was an old guy that cut his hand with a knife. I don't remember how old he was, but he had to be over eighty years old. He was cutting up some onions in his kitchen and sliced his finger a good one. It was a bad cut, but it wasn't life threatening. Though, the old guy thought for sure he was going to die. He was yelling and screaming that he was going to die. I can't believe that a man his age, hasn't came to terms with death yet. A woman also came in and thought she was pregnant. Not only was she pregnant, but she was going to have the baby any time. After a checkup, it was discovered that she wasn't pregnant. We sent her up to the mental ward and everything was okay with her then. We found out that she has a history of mental illness and stuff like this isn't exactly new for her. I've never seen the woman myself, but records show she has been in the emergency room claiming to have all kinds of problems.

I went down to the cafeteria and stood in line for my lunch. My lunch break couldn't have came at a better time. If I was a smoker, I would have been chain smoking. I know I shouldn't let my job get the best of me, but I don't have much of a choice. I take my job serious and sometimes that means I end up stressed out. Some days everything goes just the way you want it. All of the patients get treated and end up being okay. Other days, it seems like you can't do nothing right. Just one death can make you feel like a miserable failure. That one death, was a loving person to someone. There might be a person without their spouse, parent, best friend, whatever. You have to deal with the fact that they died on your clock. Maybe if there was someone else there, they might have been able to save their life. I know that I do my best and rely on my training like everyone else. But, sometimes it can be very difficult to deal with.

“How are you today?” Jackie asked as we stood in line.

“What a fucking day,” I said as I shook my head from side to side.

“One of those days. I know what you mean,” Jackie said as she placed her tray up on the counter.

I looked around to see what I wanted to eat. I should say, to see what they had to eat. I ended up getting the baked cod with rice and beans. It was the first thing that caught my eye. I've learned how to stop ordering food when your gut is growling. If you don't, you will end up with ten times more food on your tray then what you need. I've been working out lately and trying to loose some weight. I don't need to be putting it back on! Not that I was fat before I went on the diet. But, I felt like if I kept going down that road, I would end up being fat. I would end up with an ass so wide, that I would have to put a bumper on it.

I got my food and I found an empty table to sit at. Jackie seen that I was sitting all alone so she came over and sat at my table. She always knows how to make me feel better. We both are into chicks, so we have that in common with each other. We also have had sex before. Sometimes we have sex in the mop closet if we don't have anything better to do. The hospital is one big orgy, all day long. There is always someone fucking. Either it will be the staff fucking the staff, or the staff fucking one of the patients. I'm not lying, it is crazy at this place. They never taught us about this in college!

“There is a cute guy on the other wing,” Jackie said as she lifted a fork to her mouth.

“What is he in for?” I asked.
“I don't remember. I think he had some kind of surgery.” Jackie said, as she paused to think.

I forgot that she works on a different floor than I do. I work in the emergency room and she works upstairs. She handles all of the people who are sick, but they can't go home yet. I see people who are either on the verge of dying or just need to be helped out. Also, we get the crazy people too. Some days it is a little mix of all of those and other days it seems like everyone is on their death beds. I don't understand it myself, but some say it depends on when the next full moon is. When the moon is full, all of the crazy people come out. Some of the nurses and doctors say they call tell when a full moon is going to take place, just by how people act. I don't know about that, I haven't put that much thought into it.

As I ate my cod fish, it made me think of one of my old girlfriends. I know that sounds hilarious, but you will understand in a minute. She used to say that she smelled like cod fish when she was on her period. Every time I eat cod fish I think about her. I see her every now and then and we send holiday cards to each other. We split up on good terms, you could say. No breakup ends in a good way, unless you hate the person you are with. I never hated her, but I really wasn't in love. I just needed someone to pay some attention to me and all that stuff. I'm sure you have dated people for the exact same reason.

“You want to join me and two other girls in on the action?” Jackie asked.

“What action?” I asked, confused what she meant.

“We are all going to fuck the guy. You know, the guy I was telling you about,” Jackie said as she watched me drink from my milk carton.

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“I am so sick and tired of weekends.” I said slamming a pillow on the couch.

“What are you talking about?” Robert asked.

“Every weekend all you do is watch sports.” I said disgusted.

“That isn't true.” Robert said as he frowned.

“Oh you're right. You also eat the food I cook you. That is all that you do.” I said in anger.

“Why are you so pissed off?” I asked.

“Don't worry about me. Go and watch your sports. Let me know who wins.” I said as I left the living room.

“You don't have to be so bitchy.” He said as I left.

I get sick and tired of this. I've been married to him for five years and it is always the same thing. On the weekends he never does anything that I want to do. The only he does is watch TV. He also eats the food I cook for him. If I am lucky, I can watch him drink beer too. Lots and lots of beer until he passes out on the couch. I can't believe that is his idea of a good weekend.

“What is wrong honey?” Robert asked as he walked into the kitchen.

“Oh nothing. Just trying to figure out what you would like to eat for dinner.” ” said waving a pot in the air.

“Put the pot down. You don't want to hurt yourself.” Robert said as he backed up.

“Don't worry about me. Worry about the final score of the game. Also, worry about the cold beer in the refrigerator. Maybe you need me to get you some more?” I said like a smart ass.

“Whoa… you really are acting strange.” Robert said.

“A woman needs to get laid from time to time.” I said shaking my fist in the air.

“What are you talking about?” He asked confuses.

“You watch sports all fucking day long. All the time I am craving cock. I want cock so bad, I was going to try anal sex with you.” I said stomping my feet.

“Anal sex?” Robert said with a smile.

“Yes, anything to get you to fuck me.” I said.

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“I've never been to an amusement park.” I said to Roy as we walked through the gates.

“Let me tell you, you won't want to leave this place.” Roy said with a smile.

I couldn't believe all of the smells that I smelled when I first walked through the gate. I could smell everything from meat cooking to vegetables. It seemed like every person had a handful of food as they walked by. Some people were eating sandwiches, others were eating french fries, some were even eating what looked like a big piece of dough with sugar on it.

“What is that stuff that looks like dough with sugar on it?” I asked Roy.

“They call that fried dough. Some places also call them elephant ears.” Roy said.

“Elephant ears? That has to be the funniest thing I have ever heard!” I said laughing.

This place seemed so full of fun and I haven't even been here five minutes.

“Would you like to try an elephant ear?” Roy asked.

I looked around and saw the other people eating them. They acted like it tasted so good. I had to try one of them!

“I'd love to, but I don't think I can eat a whole one.” I said as I watched people receive the elephant ears they bought.

“That's okay. We can split one.” Roy said as he got some money out of his pocket.

As Roy got in line, I walked back over to the gate area. I didn't want to get in anyones way that wanted to buy food. Not only that, but I was afraid these people would trample over me to get to the food!

They seemed like drug addicts who needed a fix. If they are only half as good as people act they are, I'm sure my mouth will be in paradise.

I was surprised at how long it took Roy to get the elephant ear. He waited in line for at least twenty minutes, if not longer. Everyone seemed more than happy to wait that long for their elephant ear.

“Here it is.” Roy said as he walked up to me.

“How do we eat it?” I asked.

I had no idea how to eat the thing. It looked good, but it was covered in sugar.

“I will rip it in two. But, let's walk around and look at things. It needs to cool off before we can eat it.” Roy said as we walked away.

There was so much to look at, that I couldn't take in everything. There were all kinds of rides. Some went really high and made people scream. Others went really fast in circles. Everyone, even the people who were screaming out of fear looked like they were having a good time.

“I can't believe how much fun stuff there is to do here!” I said as I looked around.

“We haven't even seen half of it!” Roy said.

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“Hey you, get back here!” I yelled as he ran away.

“What is going on Ma'm?” A police officer asked.

“That man stole my purse!” I said pointing at the thief.

The police officer ran up to him and told him to stop, but he didn't listen. The man kept running down the road with my purse. I didn't know what to do. I figured that it would be best if I just stayed where I was. I'm sure a cop could handle this bad guy better than I could.

Then, it hit me. All of my money was in my purse. I was getting ready to go pay my rent after I got a few groceries. This man had all of my money. If he got away, I would end up not having a place to live.

“You better fucking stop.” I said as I started to follow the robber and the policeman.

I realized that I had no choice but to follow him. If I didn't, he might get away with all of my money. I ran as fast as I could. I was surprised there wasn't fire under my feet. You know, how in cartoons peoples' feet catch on fire when they run fast. I felt like I was in one of those cartoons.

I seen that the cop and the robber was playing some sort of game. The cop was peeking around the corner while the robber was trying to get away. I told myself that I wasn't going to play any games with this son of a bitch. So, I chased the guy.

“You better stop before I fucking kill you.” I said chasing the man.

“Ma'm don't you get involved with this.” The officer said.

“Fuck you. You aren't getting my purse back.” I said as I chased him.

The robber didn't notice a crack in the sidewalk and he fell straight down on his face. As he tried to get up, I jumped on top of him.

“Take this you son of a bitch.” I said as I pulled out his hair.

“Ouch, you're hurting me.” He said.

I took my fist and I hit him as hard as I could in the face. My knee was in the middle of his back to make sure he couldn't get up.

“You will learn not to fuck with me.” I said as I hit him in the mouth.

His whole face was now bleeding. I didn't know where I got the courage from to do something like this. I guess that happens when you are fearful that you could become homeless. I didn't feel guilty for hitting the man. I felt guilty for his mother for giving birth to such a dumb mother fucker.

“Get her off! She is going to kill me.” He begged the officer as I beat his face in.

“Ma'm you will have to get off of him.” The officer said.

I stood up and I rolled the guy over. His whole face was covered in blood. He was so afraid of me, he actually pissed his pants.

“Here is a little something to remind you not to fuck with me again.” I said as I kicked him in the nuts.

“What are you trying to do?” The officer said as he yanked me away from the robber.

“Listen buddy, that fucker tried to steal my rent money.” I said.

“I don't give a fuck who you are. If that guy is going to steal my rent money, I'm going to make him wish he didn't.” I said.

“You know I can arrest you?” The officer said. “You are going to arrest me because I beat up a thief?” I asked in a cocky tone.

“I won't arrest you. But, if you hurt him anymore I will.” The cop said as he backed away from me. I knew he knew that I wasn't going to put up with any shit. I grabbed my purse and I walked away. I over heard the police officer calling in for an ambulance. Maybe I was a little hard on the guy, I don't know. All I know is, I wouldn't have a place to live or anything to eat if he got away with my purse. Speaking of eating, I realized I had to go get some groceries.

I went into the corner market. It isn't a big place, certainly not as big as these new fancy grocery stores. But, that is okay. I don't like those places anyway. Pedro, he is the guy who owns this place. He is a cute Mexican who I have fucked a few times. I know it sounds bad, but I have always wanted to stick a cucumber in my pussy and have him eat it out.

“Hola Pedro.” I said as I walked into the store.

I don't know much spanish, but I know words like Hola. Pedro likes it when I talk to him in spanish.

“Hola senorita.” He said back to me.

“What happened to you?” Pedro asked.

“I got in a fight with a guy.” I said while looking over the fruit. “A fight? You in a fight?” He laughed.

“The son of a bitch tried to steal my purse.” I said.

I looked around and no one was in the store. It was as dead as it could possibly be.

“It sure is dead around here.” I said as I looked around.

“It usually is this time of day.” Pedro said while looking at his wrist watch.

“You look like you are very tense.” He said.

“I am. That asshole has tore me up.” I said.

“Why don't you come in the back and sit down?” Pedro said as he walked away from me.

I followed him into the back. This is the area where we had fucked. I have only fucked him a few times, but I had a lot of fun. Pedro has a very large cock. I don't know if all Mexican's have large cocks, but he sure does.

“Let me massage your shoulders.” He said as he walked behind me.

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I've recently discovered Japanese food. I don't know how I have ever lived life without this stuff. Not only is the food damn good, but those Japanese people sure are a happy bunch. I've never understood how a group of people could be so happy. Especially after their country was blown to hell and back by an atomic bomb. I love how Japanese women never look old. They can be over the hill and they still look like a spring chicken. I don't know how they do it, but it certainly is nothing short of amazing.

Jason, my boyfriend said that he had a special treat for me. He was going to take me to this special Japanese restaurant place. Jason also said that there was a kinky surprise waiting for me. This kind of took me by surprise. I've never heard of such a thing. I asked him if I should get dressed up and he said no. Jason then gave me an outfit to wear. It was a traditional Japanese outfit that looked great. I don't know if I would wear such a thing in public, but for wearing around the house it would be great. Jason said that I had to wear this when we went out for this special treat. That got me thinking a little, but I didn't allow it to not make me want to go. I don't know why, but I found all of this kind of interesting.

“Let's head on out in about ten minutes,” Jason said as he walked up the stairs to our bedroom.

“Are you going to put your outfit on?” I asked as I watched him go up the stairs.

“Yes, that's what I'm going to do now.” Jason said as he walked into our bedroom.

I wasn't going to go up to our bedroom to put on the outfit. I figured I would just put it on in the living room. No need to go all the way upstairs to just throw on this robe like thing. I wasn't sure if I should wear my panties and bra underneath this thing or not. I put it on and looked down at my chest. I figured that it would be a good idea to keep them on. That way if something happened we needed to get out of the car, nothing would fall out. That wouldn't be a good thing for me, but a good thing for anyone looking. I didn't feel like putting on a show for the world to see.

We hopped into the car and off we went. I still didn't know where we were going. We drove for about a half hour and I was still puzzled. I asked Jason where we were going and he wouldn't tell me. He just said that we would be getting there shortly. We have never went out of town for our Japanese food. There is a nice little Japanese restaurant near the mall that we go to. I was starting to wonder where he heard of this Japanese place that we were going to. It was so far away, that I knew he couldn't have stumbled upon it. He could have seen an advertisement for it some where, but it wouldn't make sense that he actually wanted to go there. We had no way of knowing if there food was any better than the local shop that we go to.

When we rolled into the driveway of a house, I was even more puzzled. I thought we were going to a restaurant, not someone's house. All this time I thought I was going to be eating at a fancy Japanese restaurant. I thought everyone would be wearing this traditional Japanese stuff, like we were wearing. Well, I could see that those ideas where shot to the wind. I kept trying to think what he was up to, but nothing came into mind. We walked up to the door and Jason let us in. The door wasn't even locked. There were lights on in some of the rooms while other rooms were pitch dark. I looked into the windows while we were walking up to the house, but I couldn't see anything inside that seemed out of the ordinary. I saw a television, but it was turned off. A dinning room table, but there was no food on it. Everything looked like a place where the people weren't home.

I had a strange feeling go through me as we walked through the house. It almost like how the actors pretend they feel in low budget horror flicks. They act afraid, but you know it is all an act. Between the bad acting and the piss poor effects, no one with a right mind would think that it all was real. I looked around the house and nothing seemed out of place. It looked like a house that people lived in. There was a coffee table with opened letters on it. Like someone had went through their bills that came in the mail that day. There was even a newspaper that was neatly folded on the couch. As if someone had bought it, but hasn't had the chance to read it.

I wasn't able to get the nerve to say anything to Jason. I trust him, at least I did trust him. My trust in him was wavering at this point. Even though I felt like I knew him better than my own self, I still couldn't help but feel this was all too weird for me. Almost as if, I was being betrayed some how. Maybe someone would jump from behind a closed door and slit my throat. I know that sounds silly, but when you're in a situation like this, you never know what can happen.

I wanted to freeze and then run in the other direction. This was getting way too spooky for me. I've never been to this place and I don't even recognize this part of town. I've been to this city before, but I don't know anyone here. We walked down a flight of stairs and I could feel my heart pounding in my throat. I was so nervous, my palms were almost dripping with sweat. I slid my hand down the banister as we walked down the stairs. The banister was clean and smooth, like someone had waxed it recently. Once we got down stairs, we turned and things looked familiar. Not because I was ever in this place, but because it looked like the Japanese restaurant. Part of me wanted to sigh in relief and the other part tried to understand why everything looked the way it did. This certainly was the most strange thing I have ever seen in my life.

Jason slowly opened the door and I saw what looked like the inside of the Japanese restaurant. The area where we go in and eat. They have separate rooms for each of the customers. You can eat at the counter if you like, but we always go to one of the special rooms. I looked around and couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was so beautiful, but it was also almost exactly like the restaurant that we go to. I looked around some more and I got the shit scared out of me. There was a woman laying on a table covered with Japanese food. Not just any woman, but a woman that we used to have three ways with. It blew my mind. I haven't seen or heard from her in many years. She raised up and gave us a smile, but was very cautious so that none of the food fell on the floor.

“You really had me fooled!” I said as I looked down at Kelly.

“We knew you would be. Jason called me up and asked if I would like to get together again with you two. Dig in before the food goes bad,” Kelly said as I looked at all of the food on her body.

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“Honey, I got a surprise for you.” Jack said as he entered the house.

“What is it?” Susan asked.

“I can't tell you. But you have to get naked.” Jack said running through the house.

“I'm not falling for that again.” She said laughing out loud.

“No, I've got something special for you.”, He yelled.

“Is it your penis wrapped in a bow? I got that present last week?” Susan said while trying to find out where Jack was.

“No, just get naked and come in the bathroom.” He said.

Even though she wasn't sure what he was up to, she was game for what ever it was. She needed a little excitement in her life. She took off her clothes and walked upstairs to the bathroom.

As she walked up the stairs, she smelled a beautiful scent. It smelled like a mixture of spices and fresh flowers. She walked up to the bathroom and was surprised that the door was locked.

“This isn't some silly joke is it?” She asked as she pounded on the door.

“No, come on in.” Jack said as he opened the door.

Much to her surprise, the bathroom was pitch black. The only light was that of candles that surrounded the bathtub. It gave the bathtub a majestic like glow to it. Around the bathtub were two clay jars filled with potpourri. That is what she smelled walking up the stairs.

“Get in. I made a bubble bath for you.” Jack said as he motioned to her to get into the bathtub.

She got in to find the water was perfect. It wasn't too hot nor was it too cold. It was just the right temperature for a relaxing bubble bath.

“Why are you doing this for me?” She asked as she got comfortable in the bathtub.

“I just wanted to do something nice, that is all.” He said as he reached over to a table near the side of the bathtub.

“You mean you did all of this and you didn't break anything? You didn't fuck up in some major way?” She laughed.

“No. Can't I be good for a change and not have you act like something is up?” He asked while he brought over a plate near the bathtub.

“I know you better than that.” She said trying to figure out what he was doing.

“Well, I don't think you do.” He said as he knelt near the side of the bathtub.

“What do you have on the plate?” Susan asked as she looked at it.

“I have some fresh mellon, some cheese, and some important ham. It is the ham from Italy that you like.” He said putting some in his hand.

“Taste it and tell me if you like it.” He said as he put it in her mouth.

“That is great stuff. That is different ham than what I get, but I really like it.” He said taking another bite of the tasty combination.

He walked back over to the table and poured two glasses of wine.

“You got wine too. You are such a darling.” She said as he handed her a full glass of wine.

“I know I don't show it, but I really care a lot about you.” He said taking a drink of his wine.

“I'm not good at showing my emotions, my feelings.” He said while taking another drink.

“I know you love me. I know you love me every time you go to work. I know you love me when you do all the things you do for me. Your actions speak louder than words.” She said while rubbing his arm.

“I know, but I just want to show how I feel more.” He said in a depressed tone.

“You are, you are showing me right now.” She said reaching over to give him a hiss.

“Why don't you come on into this bathtub and make love to me?” She asked in between kisses.

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It was my birthday. Us ladies don't like to tell our age, but I turned 35. Most people say that I don't look 35, post people think I'm in my early twenties. I was even asked for my I.D. a few times last year when I went to a bar. I don't mind telling people how old I am, I like to see the shock on their faces when they hear my age.

I had a little birthday party, nothing to major. Friends and family came over for ice cream and cake. We ate, we talked, you know the usual birthday stuff. I asked everyone before hand if they would give me money instead of a gift. I told them that I was having problems making ends meet, so I needed some extra money. That really wasn't the truth, I had an idea that I was going to use the money on. An idea that if all went right, would rock my fucking world.

The party lasted for a few hours. The party was over when the cake and ice cream ran out. You know how people are, once the free food is all they leave. I didn't mind, they were getting on my nerves anyway. I just wanted some peace and quite for myself. At least until my fun was to begin.

I took a nap, that way I would have plenty of energy. I might look like I am still young, but my body doesn't feel that way. I'm not the spring chicken that I used to be. Looks can be deceiving, you know. I took a nap on the couch with the TV on. Sometimes I like to take naps with a little background noise going on. I don't know why that is, maybe because it makes me feel like I'm not alone. Sometimes I turn the TV on or play some music while I'm doing house work. If I had a husband or a man in my life, I probably wouldn't need those things to keep me company.

I decided that for my birthday, I wanted to call an escort service. Not just any escort service, but one that had men. Yes, I was going to get myself two high priced whores. But, after all, it was my birthday. I deserve a little fun every now and then. A woman needs to be fucked good every now and then. If she doesn't, then she will become a bitch.

I haven't had sex in a long time. Longer than I am willing to admit. I wish that I was able to have a steady relationship with a man, but it hasn't happened. Not yet at least. I try to find good men, but maybe that is my problem.

Maybe my problem finding a good man is that I try to hard. Maybe I should just relax and forgot about looking. The last time I tried that I found a man that broke my heart. At least these escort guys can't break my heart.

I called them on the phone and asked for two of their guys with the biggest dicks. I told them that it was my birthday and I wanted to have some fun. Some fun with some well hung guys that is. The escort service said the men would be over in about a half hour. That was actually quicker than I had expected. I thought that these guys would take a few hours to get here.

I went into the bathroom to freshen up a bit. I put on some perfume and put on some makeup. I wanted to look good when they escorts came over. I also put on some music, but wasn't sure what to put on. Everything that I heard on the radio, reminded me of porno music. But, maybe that was because I was thinking too much about having sex with the escorts.

I heard my door bell ring almost thirty minutes after I placed my call. Actually, I would be willing to bet that it was thirty minutes exactly since I called the escort service. I don't know though, because I wasn't keeping track.

“Hello!” I said as I opened the door.

It was them, two hot studs who were going to fuck my brains loose. I let them in the house and I checked them over. They were well built, actually one of the guys looked like he was a construction worker. He had what almost looked like a construction worker costume on. He was wearing a plaid flannel shirt, blue jeans, and work boots. The other guy looked kind of like a biker. Not like the bikers that you normally see, he was clean and very well groomed. Actually both of the guys were well groomed.

“What can we do for you?” The biker guy asked.

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This is an actual letter that I wrote. My boyfriend of two years left me. We were living together and one day he decided that he would rather live without me. This was a letter that I wrote to Mark.

Dear Mark,

I'm not sure where to start this. I'm not sure if I should even be writing you. I know that you said that you never wanted to hear from me again. I know that I should respect your wishes, but I feel the need to talk to you. I know by writing this to you, I am acting in a selfish manner, but I don't know what else to do. Sometimes we have to act out out feelings, regardless of how hard it might be. At least that is what you said the day that you left me.

Sometimes I wish that I could go back in time. I would love to be back to when we first met. I have to say, that was probably the best time of my life. I felt so carefree and so alive. It is strange how falling in love changes how you feel. Love is almost like a drug, when you no longer have it, all you do is crave it.

I remember the first time we met. I thought you and your little cousin was so cute. I remember watching you throwing a baseball with him at the park. The little guy couldn't catch the ball, but you still made him laugh. Most kids would have gotten frustrated at not being able to catch the ball.

It is strange that both of our families were having a cook out on the same day. Most people think that we are crazy for having cook outs for our birthdays. I'm glad we started the tradition, because if we hadn't, I would have never met you. I also feel lucky that your family was having a family reunion on that day. Two events that were so unrelated, became related.

One look in into your eyes and something clicked in me. I told myself that I had to ask you out on a date. I don't regret asking you out on the date. The only regret that I have is, that we didn't meet sooner. I could have used a good friend like you earlier on in my life. Especially when things weren't so good. Like around the time my grandpa died. I could have used a good friend like you to help me through those tough times.

I have been thinking a lot about you lately. I hope you have been thinking about me too. I miss the sound of your voice. I miss the look on your face when you wake up in the morning. You even look happy in the morning. I have never met another person who loved to live as much as you do. I hope that I can learn a few lessons from you.

I also have been thinking about our first date. Actually, it probably wasn't much of a first date for you. I felt like I couldn't shut up. I just wanted to keep talking all night long. The only reason why I wouldn't shut up was, I wanted the date to go on forever. I didn't want it to end. I found you so exciting and funny, I just had to hear what was going to come out of your mouth next.

I have never sat in a restaurant until four in the morning before. But, I don't regret one minute that we spent together on that night. That night I knew that I would fall in love with you. I knew because I could see the type of man that you are. You don't hold back and you certainly allow your feelings to show.

I know that I am a prude. You don't have to tell me that. I like to have a man work his way into my pants. The last thing that I want to be known as, is a slut. I take my reputation serious and I also take my health serious. There are too many diseases out there just to have casual sex all the time.

I will never forget our first kiss. I loved how we over looked the ocean at night. I often sit and cry thinking about that night. I try to move on with my thoughts, but I can't. They all seem to drift back to that night.

The wind was calm, but it was still a little chilly outside. I was hugging onto you because I was cold. I will admit, I was also doing it because I liked being next to you. I never thought that you would try to kiss me. But, it was the most pleasant surprise of my life. I thought my legs were going to give out when you first kissed me. I can still smell your cologne on that night. The smell of your cologne and the smell of the ocean is forever in my mind.

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I saw an ad in the paper that advertised handyman services. I have been needing some work done around my house, so I thought I would give them a call. A really cute sounding guy answered the phone and asked what I needed done. I told him and he said that it wouldn't cost very much if I went through him. He said that the other handymen in the area would charge up to double what he would charge me. I was sold. Not only was I going to get a good deal, but he sounded really cute.

Doug said that he would come over tomorrow after lunch. Doug said that he had a job that he had to do first thing in the morning. That was fine with me, I don't like to get up early anyway. I'm more of a night owl, if you know what I mean. I had the day off and I wanted to sleep in. You know how it is when you get up for work every day early in the morning. I like my beauty sleep on my days off. The next day came before I knew it. This is what really happened. Doug turned out to be something else. You will see what I mean in a minute.

“Come on in.” I said as I heard a knock on my door.

Doug walked in and I was blown away. Standing before me was a super hot guy and I didn't know what to say. It was all I could do to keep myself from stuttering. I looked at his long black hair and I felt a shiver go up my spine. He looked at me with a nervous smile, like he wasn't sure what to say to me.

“What do you need me to do?” Doug asked as he looked around the place.

I knew what I needed him to do all right. I needed him to stuff my pussy with his tool. There was no way around that. It was then that I made up my mind that I was going to fuck him. I needed his cock in my pussy really bad. I didn't know what had gotten into me. I'm not usually like this. I don't usually fall head over heals for a man like this. But, he was such a manly man. He had a tool box and wore work clothes. He looked like he was a hard working guy. That is a turn on in itself. I love a man that is good with his hands. The problem is, most men that are good with their hands, aren't half as good looking as Doug.

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I decided that I was going to get a make over. I dyed my hair blond, because I hear blonds have more fun. I also bought a whole bunch of new clothes. More clothes than I will be able to wear. I also got a membership at the local gym. Before I forget, I also got my nails done. If you are wondering what made me go out and do all of this, it was because I dumped my boyfriend. I found out that he was cheating on me so I dumped him. I figured out that I didn't need trash like him around in my life. I don't want to get any diseases, that's why I dumped that asshole. There are a ton of things out there that you can get by having sex with a lot of people. How was I to know that he was only fucking her? How was I to know that he was using a condom while he done it? I was on the pill, so there where no condoms in our house. I didn't catch him fucking her at my place, I caught him at her house. I didn't walk in on them having sex, but I knew what was going on. I watched him go there every day and see this woman. He had no reason to be going over there and seeing her.

So, now I'm a new woman. I have new clothes and a new look. The only thing I needed was a new person in my life. I've given up on men for awhile, I think I'll check out women from now on. I don't mean to alarm you, but I like to eat a good pussy every now and then. That is what pisses me off about my boyfriend cheating on me. If he wanted to have sex with another woman, I have a lesbian friend of mine who has been wanting to have sex with me. She might be a lesbian, but she told me she would fuck him if that meant she could eat my pussy. I even told him about her, but he didn't seem interested. I guess it was more than just sex he was after, he wanted to be with someone else. That's fine with me, I hope they are happy now. I'm happy now that I know he is out of my life. I don't need a man like that around the house.

I called up my lesbian friend to see if she wanted to go out with me. I asked her if she wanted to go to a movie and then to a restaurant. She said that she had plans, but I could stop by her house later on. I told her that I would get back in touch if I didn't have any plans for the evening. I wanted to be alone with her, have a nice meal and watch a movie. That would give her the chance to put the move on me. Even though I made up my mind that I wanted to have sex with her, I still wanted her to work for it. It would make me feel like a slut if I didn't. Feeling like a slut is one thing you don't want to feel like after you kick your boyfriend out for sleeping around.

I went out to eat at this new place in town. I don't know what it's called, but it's an all you can eat place. You pay one price and you can eat all the food you like. I thought I would give it a try, I had nothing to loose but a few bucks.

The food was actually pretty good, I was surprised at how good it was. They had all different kinds of things for you to choose from. There was even a man carving all kinds of meat. I ate both turkey and ham and all kinds of other stuff. I was so stuffed, I felt like a Thanksgiving turkey. I felt so bloated after I got out of there, I'm sure someone could have rolled me down the street. I got my money's worth, I'll tell you that much.

At the all you can eat place, the food was in a buffet. Basically it was like a long table that kept the food warm. I watched one fat guy go up there at least eight times. The first time he got a little bit of food, like maybe just something to warm up his jaws. Then, the next time he went back, he really piled the food on his plate. The second trip, he had a big gravy stain on his white shirt. On the next trip, he had a little bit of mashed potatoes in his beard. The next trip, I noticed that he has some corn in his mustache. I'm sure you know where this is going. By the time I left, his shirt and face was covered with food. I even saw some food in his hair. He was looking at the food like a pervert looks at a stripper. I got a good laugh out of watching him.

When I got home, I checked my answering machine to see if I had any messages. I had one, it was from Sandy. She called and asked if I still wanted to do anything. I called her back to see what she had in mind.

“Hello?” I said as I heard her pick up the phone.

“Do you still feel like going out for dinner and a movie?” Sandy asked.

“I just ate down at the new all you can eat place. I'm so full I don't think I could eat another bite without exploding,” I said.

“I can't believe you ate that much food,” Sandy said laughing.

“I had to get my money's worth. I wasn't going to spend all that money and just eat a salad,” I told her.

“You have a point there. I'm going to fix myself something to eat really soon. Do you still want to do something tonight?” Sandy asked.

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Debby spread her legs and then looked over at me. I knew that she wanted me to eat her pussy, but I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure that I wanted to do it. I felt that Debby was attractive, but she turned me off by how hard she was hitting on me. I've never been hit on like that before, not by a man or a woman. I suppose it made me feel good, it made me feel like someone found me attractive. But, some people will say anything to get in your pants.

I've only been with a woman one time before. She was a friend of mine and we were both curious about what sex with another woman would be like. We had sex and that was the end of it. We really didn't talk much about it after it was all said and done. I liked it, I thought the sex was good. I thought she was an attractive and nice lady. But, I think she felt uncomfortable about the whole situation. To be honest, I kind of felt that way too. Maybe that is why I was having so many problems deciding if I wanted to have sex with Debby. I was attracted to Debby, but something just didn't feel right.

I wasn't at the place where I could comfortably think about sex with a woman in my mind. I have always thought women were attractive, but wanting to have sex with them is a whole different story. I do have sexual feelings for women, but I try to suppress them. I try not to think about it, I block those feelings out. I don't know why, maybe it's because it feels so wrong. It feels so dirty to think about women in a sexual way. It's hard for me to be honest with myself with this sort of thing.

I don't want to sound like I am gay, because I like men. Actually, even if I had sex with women, I would still prefer a hard dick. Men have to offer what I want, I need someone that has the qualities that a man does. Women are too soft and sexy, men are strong and powerful. I need the protection that I feel a man gives me. Also, I feel an animal like attraction to men. I feel like a wild beast when I see a naked man who is about to fuck me.

Women in my mind are more sensual and more driven by emotions. I noticed that when I had sex with a woman, she had sex with my mind. She did everything that she could to turn me on mentally.

Where as a man tries to turn me on physically. Men think that sexually we are aroused like they are, by seeing and feeling things. That is one reason why sex with a woman is good in my opinion, because they work your mind. Though, if I wanted that all the time, I would just masturbate more often. I can do those same things to myself.

“What's the hold up?” Debby said as she looked down at her pussy.

I wasn't sure what the hold up really was. I guess it was because I really wasn't sure about having sex with her. I should say that I was sure that I wanted to have sex, but I wasn't sure if I could do it. I looked at her crotch and I thought about it some more. She was wearing tight pants and I could tell she wasn't wearing any panties. She had a slight camel toe in the crotch of her pants. Her pussy looked nice, at least what I could see of it did. Not to mention a nice pair of tits, they were great. I could tell that she was dressed for sex, because her tits were almost falling out of that white tank top.

“Have you ever been with a woman?” Debby asked.

“I did it once,” I replied.

“Did you like it?” She asked.

“Yes I did,” I nervously replied.

“Do you find me attractive? Do you want to have sex with me? If not, I will leave you alone.” Debby said as she looked over at me.

I wanted to do it, I really did. I wanted to tell her to take off her pants and let me eat her pussy. But, I was still a little nervous, a little shy. I kept telling myself that I wanted to have sex with her, but I just had to get over this hump.

“I'll do it!” I blurted out.

“Are you sure?” Debby asked with a smile.

“Yes I am!” I said as I moved over next to her.

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It was one of those days where I didn't feel like doing much of anything. I didn't feel like doing my hair or putting any makeup on. There are times where I just want to sit around and do nothing. I guess that's what happens when you spend your life working. I get sick and tired of having no life. When I do have some spare time, I never feel like doing anything.

I cooked myself some breakfast and watched Saturday morning cartoons. They sure aren't as funny as they used to be. I remember laughing my ass off when I was a kid watching cartoons. Back then they would beat the fuck out of each other. Maybe they were a little too violent, I don't know. I don't know if those cartoons are even on any more, but if they are, I would love watching them some time. I know I saw them for sale on television a few times, but they wanted an arm and a leg for them. I have to work hard for my money, I'm not about to give it up for some stupid assholes who want to rip me off.

I went back to the kitchen and cooked myself some more food. I know that I shouldn't eat like this, but it makes me feel better. I use food like drug addicts use drugs. Eating makes me feel better, makes me able to live with the life that I have to live. Not that it's that bad, but, I sure could use some excitement. I need to be able to get out from time to time. You know, have some fun. I haven't had any fun in years.

I ate my bowl of oatmeal and stared at my clock. It was damn near noon and I hadn't done a thing. I started to feel guilty, like I was letting myself down. This is where the guilt trip usually kicks in. I feel guilty for wasting my time sitting on the couch all day long. But, I didn't have anything to do.

I noticed a cute guy on television that made me really horny. I usually don't get like that. Maybe it was because I was bored, I don't know. The man had short brown hair and a long mustache. His mustache looked like it would tickle your pussy if he went down on you.

I've never had my pussy eaten by a guy with a mustache. I don't know why that is, all my boyfriends have been clean shaven men. I'll have to ask the next guy I date to grow a mustache. I want to feel what it feels like to have my pussy eaten by a guy with a mustache. I bet a mustache tickles down there.

I started to rub my pussy through my sweat pants. I wear sweat pants when I go to bed, I find they are more comfortable. My pussy got wet in no time flat, I mean I was fucking wet.

I knew that I couldn't sit here and play with myself. That is another thing that makes me feel guilty. I do play with myself every now and then, but not very often. I know some of you women out there use those dildos and vibrators, but not me. I would be so embarrassed if I went to one of those stores that sell those things. I would feel like a big time pervert. I used to drive by one of those places on my way to work. All of the guys that came out of there looked like scum bags. They were really dirty and they looked like the kind of man who would buy a whore. Maybe I drove by one of the bad porn shops. I see that you can buy sex toys online, maybe some day I will try that. But, only if I have a man who will use them on me.

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My boyfriend Eddy got a brand new car. I told him that we couldn't afford it, but he went and got it anyway. Eddy said that he just had to have this car. He saw it when him and a friend went to car lots to just look around. Just look around my ass! I wish I could say that I just went to the store to look around but decided that I needed a new fur coat. I'm sure he would go along with that. Yeah, right! I know Eddy better than that. I guess I shouldn't be too upset. I mean, he promised to pay for it with his own money. We both have jobs and he said that he wouldn't make me pay for any of it. I told him that if I had to pay on it, I get to drive it. Eddy told me that there was no way in hell he was going to let a woman drive his car. Eddy, he thinks that all women are bad drivers. I don't know where he got that from. Probably from one of his buddies, because I've heard him say it too.

“I've got something to ask you?” Eddy asked.

“What now?” I asked.

“Can you call up Shirley and ask if she would like to fuck in my new car?” Eddy asked.

“You and this new car. I suppose I can give her a call.” I said as I shook my head back and forth.

I've been having a relationship with a woman named Shirley. We have been going together for about the past six months. Actually, Eddy and I kind of are. I'm bisexual and I allow him to fuck her as well. The relationship is getting pretty deep, but she is afraid to move in with us. You see, her family doesn't know she is bisexual. They think that she is only into men. They also think that she has no man in her life. If they know what she was doing, they would blow their lids. I'm not sure why it matters, but it matters to her. I've met Shirley's family and they seem like nice people. Her dad is a hard working man and her mom is a nice sweet lady. Actually, they seem like the perfect television couple.

I called Shirley up on the phone and asked her if she would be up for having sex in the new car. Shirley asked if that was a little too kinky. I told her it probably was, but that wasn't going to stop Eddy. She knows how Eddy is when it comes to sex. He likes to fuck just about every where he can think of. I'm the same way too, but not when it comes to Shirley. I know that she only likes to do it in public when she is in the mood for it. One time I ate her pussy as she sat on a slide in a park. You wouldn't believe the looks that we got when I ate her pussy. One time she fingered me while we were in the mall. We were sitting on a bench and she put her hand underneath my coat and fingered me until I had an orgasm. I don't know if anyone knew what we were doing or not. I tried to not act like it felt good or any of that.

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“Miss, could I be seated in the smoking section?” I asked as I waved down a waitress.

Normally I would stand there and wait until someone waited on me. But, I wasn't in the mood for that. I had so much fucking shit to do, that I didn't want to waste one minute.

“Sure thing, follow me.” The lady said as she picked out a table for me.

I sat down and lit a cigarette. I blew the smoke out of my nostrils and sat back in the chair. The smoke felt good as it went into my lungs. But, coming out was another story. I coughed so damn hard, I was actually wishing that I wasn't a smoker. Why is it that those first few cigarettes in the morning are so harsh? I can smoke all day without coughing one bit, but those morning cigarettes drive me crazy.

“I'll take two scrambled eggs, wheat toast, and some home fries.” I said to the waitress after she asked if I was ready to order.

“What would you like to drink?” She asked.

“I'd like black coffee.” I said as I handed her my menu.

“I'll be out with your order shortly.” The waitress said as she walked away.

I got on my cell phone and called my boss. Usually she calls me, but this morning she didn't. The phone rang and rang. No one answered the phone.

The only thing I could think of was, she was out drinking all night long. I've often wondered if she has a drinking problem. She is always out drinking and picking up men. All kinds of men, black men too. She says that once I have tried a black cock, I will crave it forever. I don't know about that, I've never been with a black man.

I'm not a racist. I have nothing against black people. I've never met any of them that I found attractive. I shouldn't say that, because it isn't true.

I've seen a few black men at the gym who are good looking. I guess a black man has never asked me out. I don't like to ask men out, that makes me feel sluty. I certainly would go out with a black man if they asked. As long as they weren't drunks or perverts, but that standard is the same for all other guys.

I have to admit that after she started going out with black guys, I rented a few porn movies with black guys in them. There were some black women too, it was one of those inter-racial porn movies. Usually one of the people were white and the other black. I have to say, I did masturbate several times while watching this movie. Those black guys sure have big dicks. I have never seen a white guy in real life with a dick that big. If I did, it might actually scare me! Those fucking things were huge!

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Hello, it's me Rita. I am the real estate agent that turned hooker. As you probably remember, I got fed up with men. I got sick and tired of their bullshit and games. I have a lot of money. I'm not the kind of person who hides it. But, I hate it when men fuck me only for my money. I know it has happened in the past. So, I now fuck men for their money. That's right, I take their money after having sex. I felt it was a way to get back at men.

I hate to say it, but this will be my last story for awhile. I will be busy selling a few pieces of land that I am dealing with. I am also dealing with a few houses. These are really nice houses that will bring in a lot of money.

It kind of makes me sad that I won't get to work the streets. I know my pussy will be even more sad. But, I will just have to get used to playing with myself. I know I am used to that already.

I took a shower and put on my outfit. These days I call it my uniform. I put on a short skirt. I made sure that this skirt was even shorter than the other ones. My ass cheeks were actually hanging out of it. If this is the last time I am going out to work in awhile, I want it to be one hell of a good time. I also put on a see through shirt. You know the type that look like panty hose. I didn't even wear a bra underneath it. I wanted it to advertise my nice rack loud and proud. I am nothing to be ashamed of.

This might sound a little weird, but I had to put on some sneakers. My feet have been killing me lately. I don't know why, maybe it has something to do with being on my period. I'm not actually on it now, but I was not too long ago. So, I had to put on this hot outfit and wear sneakers. But, I didn't put any panty hose on. I didn't want to look too crazy.

I was going to go for a cup of coffee before I hit the streets, but I didn't think that would be a good idea. If the wrong person seen my see through shirt, they would have called the cops. There are a lot of people in this city who can't keep their nose out of other peoples' asses. I wish I was able to tell each and every one of them to fuck off.

I went down to the area where I met up with that actor guy. I figured that maybe since that spot worked out, it would again. But, I didn't get any takers. Actually there was one guy who was interested in having sex. But, he only had ten dollars. He begged and begged me to have sex with him. But I told him that I don't give any discounts or coupons. There is one fee and everyone has to pay that fee. Regardless of who you are or how much money you have.

“You are a fine piece of ass.” Someone said as they walked by.

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I want to give you a little background before I get into the story. Me and Jason have been seeing each other for about a month now. Actually, I have a secret to tell you. I have never actually met Jason. We are online lovers. Me met on the internet and have never seen each other before.

I met Jason in a chatroom about pets. I am such a huge cat fan. Jason, he loves his dog. The one thing we have in common is, we both love animals. Jason has e-mailed me pictures of his dog and he is so cute. I have never owned a dog, but after seeing Jason's I want one. Maybe some day I will get one.

I don't get out to date very often. Maybe once or twice a month. My dates never seem to go anywhere. I haven't had sex in so long, my pussy thinks I am an old woman. I got an email from Jason asking me if I would like to meet him. I told him that I would, as long as I got to meet his dog. Jason had a laugh or two from that.

Jason said that he would meet me at work at his favorite restaurant. It was a place called The Back Country Grill. Supposedly they serve grilled southern food. I have never heard of southern cooking, but I thought it would be a nice treat.

I put on a sexy outfit and I went to the bar. It wasn't too sexy, but kind of sexy for me. I never dress sexy. It was a one piece dress that had a little slit down the front. I wanted to show him a little of my boobs. I didn't want him to think I was a slut though. There was also a slit up the side of the dress. The dress was black and I was wearing white panty hose. I also dyed my hair blonde. Actually, I just put some blond highlights in it. I didn't go all the way blond.

I sat inside the restaurant for probably at least twenty minutes. I thought Jason was going to stand me up. It served me right if it happened though. I have heard a lot of horror stories about people who meet online.

“Amanda, is that you?” I heard a voice ask.

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My girlfriend Katie and I joined a fetish club not too long ago. We have been living together for about two years now. We dated for about six months before she moved in with me. We are both bisexual, but we prefer women. Hence, the reason why we are living together. Every now and then we do get a craving for dick. We used to have a friend that would come over and lay it to us when we needed it. He got married almost a year ago. So, we haven't been able to get any off of him. It was a shotgun wedding, as some might call it. He got some chick pregnant and they got married. We had a few other guys since, but they all turned out to be duds. Not one of them were men that we could have a long term relationship with.

Katie heard about the fetish club from someone where she works. They said that it was a great way to meet other people that have the same interests. We are pretty open minded when it comes to sex. I'm sure that isn't too hard to believe since we are bisexual. We have met this man through the fetish club. I'm going to call him Bob, even though that's not his real name. I'm sure he wouldn't want the entire world to know what he is up to. Sex is one of those things that people don't like to talk about. I'm the type of person that is really open when it comes to sex. But, you never know how some people might react. I know Bob is pretty open minded, but I also know that he has a good job. He might loose his job if his boss knew what he was up to. Some bosses can be real assholes, but I'm sure you know that. Everyone has dealt with at least one asshole boss in their lifetime. I know I've dealt with my fair share.

Bob asked if we could come over to his place. Bob said that he wanted to have sex with us, that is if we wanted to. That is one of the nice things about the fetish club, everyone is so open and honest. I know I could have told Bob no and he wouldn't have gotten upset. While we don't know Bob all that well, I do feel like he is becoming a good friend. The type of guy that we would invite over for supper and chit chat about life and all that. The kind of guy who you would ask to barrow a cup of sugar off of, if he was your neighbor. When I was younger, I would have been turned off by him and thought he was a pervert. Even though I was opened minded about my sexuality, I wasn't very open minded when it came to sex in general. Katie has helped me open my mind up to a lot of things. My life is so much better now. I haven't had better sex in my entire life and I'm happier also. Not just because of the sex, but because I am more open with my feelings. I can tell Katie if I'm having a bad day or to stay away because I feel like a bitch. I couldn't have told anyone that I was feeling bitchy. It would have made me feel uncomfortable being that open with someone.

Sometimes I feel that Bob is the man that we have been wanting. He has a wife, but she hasn't joined us yet. She has watched, but that is about it. Bob's wife played with her pussy as she watched all of us go at it. I wanted to give her wet pussy a few licks, but she says that she likes to watch Bob fuck other women. Every now and then she will join in on the fun if she gets aroused enough. I'm not sure how you could watch three people having sex and not get so aroused that you have to join in. Maybe she is nervous or something, I don't know. She doesn't seem like she has a problem with her husband having sex with us. If anything, I think she enjoys it more than he does. One time she told Katie that she could smell her pussy from across the room. Katie rubbed her finger up and down her slit and put it under Bob's wife's nose. I thought for sure that she was going to start messing around with Katie, but she didn't. I know if I was her, there wouldn't have been any way I could have held myself back.

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I've almost finished my first year of college. Actually, I only have three more weeks to go. I have a problem though, I might be failing out of college. If I do, my parents will be very angry at me. I am the first one in our family to go to college. So you can imagine how they feel about it.

There is one class that will hold me back this year, if I fail it. It will make my grade point average so low, that I won't be able to get back in. I don't know what I should do. All I know is if I have to quit college, my parents will be very upset.

I went to talk with my teacher. I wanted to know if maybe he could give me some work that I could do for extra credit. When I was in high school, teachers would give extra credit from time to time for people who needed it.

“Hello Stephanie.” Mr. Smith said as I walked into the classroom.

I had already made an appointment to speak with him. I wanted to ask if there was anything that I could do to pass my class. I knew that it was a long shot, but I had to do something. I couldn't fail without at least trying.

“I wanted to talk about my grade.” I said to him.

“Yes, you aren't doing so good.” He said.

He moved his head down and looked through a stack of papers. Every few seconds he would lift up his head and look at me. I don't know what he was looking for, but all I knew was it got on my nervous. He would run his fingers through his grey beard and mumble too. That was really weird.

“It looks like you will fail the class.” Mr. Smith said as he looked up from the stack of papers.

“Is there anything I can do so I don't fail?” I asked.

Mr. Smith paused as if he was looking through the papers again. He continued to mumble, but I didn't even try to figure out what he was saying. I noticed that he must have been trying to find something in one of his desk drawers. Because he kept moving around.

“I think there is some extra credit work you can do.” He said while looking up at me.

“That is great.” I said relieved.

It felt like the weight of the world was now lifted off of my shoulders. I was so happy, that I could have kissed him. Now, I didn't have to worry about my parents finding out about me failing.

“Take a look at this and tell if you would like to do this for extra credit.” He said pointing at a piece of paper.

I couldn't read the paper, because I was on the other side of the desk. It looked upside down to me. So, I walked around and stood behind him so I could read it.

“Okay, take a look at this.” Mr. Smith said as he pushed his chair away from his desk.

“Mr. Smith!” I said as I looked down.

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It was one of those days where I done nothing but sit around. I tried watching television, but nothing was on that interested me. I tried listening to the radio, but the out come was the same. It was lunch time and my stomach was telling me so. I didn't eat much for breakfast, I'm not much of a breakfast person. I eat some toast or something small, but that is about it. I can't stand to eat when I wake up.

There is a restaurant down the road that I like to go to. They have all kinds of specials that are really cheap. My favorite special is the bowl of chili and a drink for only two dollars. I think that is a really good deal, you can't get anything cheaper than that around here. Not only is it cheap, but it is good chili too. I have been going to this place for a few years and I have never gotten a bad meal. This is going to sound bad, but sometimes I get their food and take it home. Especially if I have company over. I've had company tell me that my cooking was the best they have eaten in a long time. What they didn't know was, it was from the restaurant down the road.

I decided to walk down there and get a bowl of chili. I had nothing better to do and I was hungry. I usually walk down, so I can get some exercise. That way I can work off my meal by the time I come home. I don't know if I burn that many calories, but I tell myself that so I don't feel bad for eating restaurant food. Sometimes I like to go over board and get the fried chicken. It isn't one of the two dollar specials, but it is really good. I love to lick the grease off of my fingers while I eat the chicken. That is my idea of of a great meal!

I waited at the counter until they gave me my food. They don't have waitresses at this place, you have to wait at the counter until your food is ready. That is probably why it is so cheap, they don't have to pay people to bring you your food. I don't mind though, I like their food and I like saving money. I could go to these other places, but they charge more and the food isn't half as good. I also like going to a place where the workers know me. I like it when people know how I like my food. It might sound stupid, but that means a lot to me.

Sometimes when I eat at a restaurant, I like to sit near the window while I eat. I like to look outside at the cars and the people that pass by.

I have always been like that, I also like to read the newspaper while I eat. But, that can get messy depending on what you are eating. Not something I like to do while I'm eating their famous fried chicken. I would get that great tasting grease all over the paper and not in my gut!

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw what looked like my ex-boyfriend. I about pissed my pants when I realized it was him. I don't have anything against Eric, I really don't. The problem is, he broke my heart. I don't even understand what happened, he broke up with me.

He said that I was nagging him too much about stuff. That might have been true, but he could have told me to shut the fuck up or something. No need to break up with me over that. Especially thinking that we were together for almost two years. I don't think a two year relationship is something that you throw out over night. Not me, but I haven't argued with him since he wanted to break up. In fact, I haven't said one thing to him. We have been broken up for almost three months now. I still think about Eric, every day I do. It is hard to forget about someone who played such a big part of my life.

I've spent a lot of time crying over Eric. Probably too much time if you get right down to it. I still love him, I know that for a fact. I think about him every night while I'm laying in bed. I think back to how he used to cuddle me while we were in bed. He always liked to cuddle, there wasn't a night that went by that we didn't cuddle. I especially liked it in the winter time. I liked how he would keep me warm on those cold nights. But, all of that was gone now. The bed is lonely with just me in it, but I have survived. Maybe not to the best of my ability, but I have survived none the less.

I was kind of hoping that Eric wouldn't see me. That or maybe he would get his food to go. But, no such luck, he saw me and he got his order for here. I got butterflies in my stomach right away. He didn't have any expression on his face when he saw me. He didn't look happy or sad. If anything, he just looked really hungry. That shouldn't be much of a surprise, since we were in a restaurant.

“Mind if I sit down here?” Eric asked with his tray in hand.

I wasn't going to tell him no, that would make me look bitchy. After all, that is why he broke up with me. Though, I really didn't know what to say to him. I mean, we have been away from each other for almost three months.

“Sure,” I said as I wiped my mouth with a napkin.

Eric looked at me a few times and looked down at his food. I found it strange that he didn't even touch his food. He acted like he was thinking, about what I didn't know. I felt like I had so much to say to him, so many things on my mind.

But, I didn't know what to say. I'm the kind of person who doesn't want to appear to be weak. I don't want to give him or anyone else the upper hand when it comes to my emotional stability. But, even all that was just a lie to myself. He was everything to my emotional stability, he was my rock, my anchor.

Everything that I needed out of life I got out of him. In return, all I was, was a bitch. I guess that is how he views me.

“How have you been lately?” Eric asked as he raised his sandwich near his mouth.

“I'm alive,” I said trying to hold back my tears.

I didn't really know what else to say. It was good to see him, I could tell him that. It was also nice to hear his voice, I've missed the sound of his voice. I've also missed the smell of his cologne and the scent of his aftershave. All the things that made him a man, I miss those things. He excited every sense that I had and then some.

“What have you been up to?” I asked.

“I've got this really neat job. I fly hot air balloons.” Eric said with a mouthful of sandwich.

It hurt me to see him have any kind of excitement. He told me this with great happiness, that made me feel angry. Here I am feeling like shit and he's able to feel good. That doesn't seem fair, but nothing in life seems fair. I only wished that I had the ability to roll stuff off my back the way he does. But, maybe he was really hurting inside. He might have been holding it back, men are like that. Some men won't shed a tear around a woman for fear of being thought of as being weak.

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“Fuck!” I yelled as I fell down.

It was the first snow of the year and I was wearing high heels. How lucky was I? I wish I had watched the weather report this morning. All of the sidewalks were covered with snow.

“What is wrong?” I heard a man ask in a Mexican accent.

“I fell down.” I replied.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“I don't know.” I asked.

“Your foot looks turned.” He said while looking at my foot.

“Fucking shit! I must have sprained my ankle.” I said looking down at my leg.

“I better call 9-11 for you.” He said as he took out his cell phone.

I didn't fight him, I knew he should call them. Though, if he wasn't there, I would have laid there for a few minutes before calling 9-11. I am the type that hates doctors and will do anything to avoid seeing them.

“They are asking if you are having any other problems?” The man asked as he talked on the phone.

“No, just my leg.” I said looking up at him.

“Okay. I will tell then that.” He told me.

He looked like the typical Mexican. He had a thin mustache and black hair. I have always found Mexican men to be interesting. Not really attractive, but interesting. Like maybe he should be riding a donkey through town while selling tacos. That might sound a little racist, but I don't mean it that way. I love their accents and their food. I think it is neat to hear them talk.

“They said they will be here in a few minutes.” The man said as he hung up his phone.

“Thank you.” I said.

“Would you like me to wait with you?” He asked.

This was probably one of the nicest strangers that I have ever met. The idea that he would wait in the cold with me, made me feel good. It made me feel good because most people aren't like that. I like meeting good honest people. Though, he could have been a nice guy who is a serial killer too. I mean, maybe he was being nice so he could hurt me. I know I shouldn't be thinking that way. I have been watching too many cops shows.

“I will be fine thank you. Thanks for everything that you have done.” I said looking up to him.

“Actually they are coming now.” He said as he pointed at the ambulance.

The ambulance pulled up next to me and two men got out.

“What is the problem?” One of the men asked.

“I fell down and I hurt myself.” I said.

“I am going to go now. I hope you get well soon.” The Mexican guy said.

“Thank you again for all of your help.” I said as he left.

“I fell down and I hurt my leg. I don't know if it is my leg or my ankle.” I said pointing at my leg with my finger.

They decided that they would put me on a stretcher and get me inside the ambulance. That way they could look at my leg and not have the cold snow blow in their faces.

“Looks like it could be a sprain.” The one man said.

“That is what I was thinking.” I said.

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A few weeks ago I met this really nice lady. I met her at a local gay bar. She had such an interesting pair of eyes, that I had to talk to her. I'm the kind of woman who notices small things like that. Eyes really turn me on. The eyes are what tells the world what you are thinking. You can't deny what you are thinking. You can tell if a person is happy, sad, or boiling pissed off. I walked up and offered to buy her a drink. She said that she was only having one drink, but would take me up on the offer if she wanted a soda pop later on. That took me a little by surprise. I've always wanted a principled lady in my life. I know that I'm far from being principled. I'm the wild type, I like to live on the edge. Carla only had one drink, I had at least six or more. I stopped counting after six. The more I drank, the more I talked to Carla. She is an interesting lady.

I learned that night that Carla had a pretty fat pocket book, so to speak. She didn't come right out and say she was rich, but I could tell. I could tell by the way she talked about money and the kind of house she claimed to live in. Carla gave me her phone number and I told her that I would give her a call. I wasn't about to try to get her to call me. I never have any luck with chicks like her. They say they will call, but they never do. One night I was feeling kind of lonely, so I decided to give her a call. We talked for about an hour and she seemed really nice. Carla is a real deep thinker. I never thought she would have been. I don't know why I felt that way, I just did.

A week or so went by since the day we met. We still talked on the phone, but I hadn't seen her since. Carla asked if I would like to go out for dinner. I told her that I would love to. She took me out to a real fancy place. This place had table clothes and all of that. Way out of my price range. The food was good and so was Carla's company. I think she was interested in my wild lifestyle. I'm not too wild, don't think I am. To a rich woman who does nothing but work, I am pretty wild. I like to drink some booze every now and then and I eat my fair share of pussy. Nothing wrong with that I guess. I mean, you only have one life to live. If I had shit loads of money, I might spend all day counting it too. But, I'm a hard working person who likes to let her hair down from time to time. I pay my taxes and all that shit. I deserve a little fun every now and then.

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I had to go all the way into town so I could pay some bills. The electric company said that the bill had to be paid today or they would shut it off. You know what? The water company said the same damn thing. Are these guys involved in some way? I don't know, but it sounds like they are some how.

I can't send the money in the mail, because it won't get there fast enough. It has to be there today. I called all of my friends, but I can't get a ride into town. I have to fucking walk ten miles to town. I can't afford a taxi cab and the city bus doesn't come out this far.

The only thing I could do is walk. I don't want to sit around the house with no water or electric. That wouldn't be much of a life. Believe me, if there was a choice, I would have choose anything than walk for ten miles.

I walked down the road as cars went right passed me. Some of them almost hit me. I think one of the cars that hit me was driven by someone that was drunk. The car kept weaving and went over the white line several times. It scared me so bad, I stopped and cried. I'm not joking one bit, I stopped and cried. That guy scared me!

Just my fucking luck, it started to rain. Not just a light rain or a sprinkle, it was a full down pour. My clothes were fucking wet and I was so pissed off. I didn't know what to do. I wasn't even half way there.

“You need a ride?” I heard a voice ask.

There was a man in a car that was stopped on the other side of the road. It was raining so hard, but yet I was kind of afraid. It is never a good idea to ride with strangers. You never know what they may do to you.

“Where are you going?” I asked the man.

“I'm going where ever you are.” The man said back.

“Okay, I'll take a ride.” I blurted out.

I didn't know what to tell him. I didn't want to walk in the rain anymore. I also didn't think I could make it into town. I needed to pay these bills.

“It sure is raining pretty hard out there.” The man said.

“Yes it is.” I replied as I shut the car door.

I had never seen a car like this. Then I realized it was a it was a Porsche. I could feel the powerful engine as he sped off. I couldn't believe I was in this expensive car.

“Where are you going to?” He asked.

“I am going into town. I need to pay some bills.” I said, while looking around in his fancy car.

“My name is Phil.” He said reaching out his hand.

“My name is Samantha.” I said while shaking his hand.

“Samantha, that is such a beautiful name.” Phil said while looking at me.

I know when a guy is hitting on me. This guy was the perfect example of a middle aged man, who is trying to make themselves feel young. He has the expensive car, the dyed blonde hair, the clothes younger people wear. In some ways he was cute, but in a strange way. Sometimes older men are attractive, because you know they are experienced. Some of these older guys can eat pussy like pros. But, that is another story for a later date.

“I can see your tits through your white shirt.” Phil said while looking at my chest.

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I've been having this fantasy for the past few years. I haven't acted on it because I was with a man at the time. I told him about it, but he thought it was gross. Sometimes I had to make sure he wasn't a fag, that is how sexually boring he was. This guy didn't do shit to me. I mean, he rarely even went down on me. I'm a kinky girl, I'll admit that. But, I like to have my pussy eaten from time to time. I see nothing wrong with that, not a thing. I sucked his cock, so he should have ate my pussy. I'll tell you one thing, his cock didn't always taste good. Sometimes he would ask me to suck his dick after he worked up a sweat doing something. I didn't turn him down, even though I thought it was disgusting.

I have to tell you this story about my ex-boyfriend. It won't take long, but it is a good one. One time he thought we would get really kinky, he said really fucking kinky. I got excited and wondered what he was going to do to me. I'll cut to the chase, no need to waste your time. His surprise was, a glow in the dark condom. Yes, that was his idea of kinky. It wasn't wild anal sex or watching a porno movie. No, it was a glow in the dark condom. That was a real fucking let down, but not the only one. I won't waste your time with the other shit that he did.

I've been seeing this guy, let's call him Mark. That isn't his real name, but I'm not going to tell you his real name. I've been fucking Mark for a few months now. He is the cute athletic kind of guy. He works out and all that stuff. I'm into hunks with nice bodies. I can't tell a lie, I am crazy for men like Mark. I'm the kind of girl who only cares about a man's body. I don't give a fuck what kind of job he has or if he has money. That shit don't matter when he is pounding the fuck out of my tight little pussy. Anyway, I have enough money of my own. I definitely don't need his!

I've been having this fantasy where I have sex with two people at one time. I want to fuck both a man and a woman. I've never been with a woman, but I really want to.

I tried to get my ex-boyfriend to do it, but he wouldn't. As you can imagine, he thought that it was too kinky. Remember, this is the guy who thought a glow in the dark condom was kinky. He was a cute, well built man, but not my type. Not a good match for someone who is wild in the sack.

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“I wish I knew what went wrong.” Emily said while crying.

“I know that I have been kind of cranky lately. I know that I have said somethings I shouldn't have said. I know this is it. I know he has left me for good.” She said continuing to cry.

“If I could have only been a better wife. If I had only listened to the things he told me. Everything would be okay right now. I fucking hate myself.” Emily cried out loud.

She heard the front door close. She was so shook up, that she was unable to get up from the side of the bed. Just the thought of her husband coming back was a huge shock. Between the crying and now sudden joy, she felt like she was about to collapse.

“I put the formula on the counter honey.” Dave said as he wondered through the house to find Emily.

“Why are you crying?” Dave asked when he seen her on the edge of the bed sobbing.

“I thought you were never coming back. I thought you were gone for good.” She said in between sobs.

“What are you talking about? What?” Dave asked confused.

“I thought you left because I was bitching at you.” Emily said after she blew her nose.

“I left to get the baby some formula.” Dave said looking at her strangely.

“Why did you get formula?” Emily asked.

“I thought you were yelling at me to buy formula. I knew that your mom was going to pick him up, so I thought you said we needed formula.” Dave said perplexed.

“You aren't mad at me?” Emily asked.

“About what? The bitching? Sure I'm sick of your bitching, but I'm not going to leave you.” He said after sitting down next to Emily.

“I've been so bitchy lately. I have had it up to my ears with all of this shit.” She said pounding on the side of the bed.

“I love our little Johnny, but he is so much work. I never get to go anywhere. All you do is work and then come home. We don't do anything any more.” Emily said shaking her head.

“This isn't what marriage is about.” She said crying.

“That is why I asked Mom to take Johnny for the weekend. I thought we could spend some time together and relax. You know, go out for something to eat and maybe go see a movie or something.” Dave said putting his arm around her.

“I know this is tough on you, it is tough on me too. For the first year, I never thought Johnny would sleep at night.” He said.

“Yeah, I thought we were never going to get any sleep.” Emily laughed.

“Honey, stop your crying.” Dave said while giving her a hug.

“I'm so emotional these days. It feels so good to be in your arms.” She said hugging him back.

Dave could feel Emily's tits pressing against his chest. This turned him on a great deal.

Neither of them has had sex in months. Since the last time his mother took the baby for the weekend. Sure he jacked off a few times since then, but it isn't the same.

“Feeling your tits against my chest turns me on.” He said running his fingers through her hair.

“Just being touched by you turns me on.” She said.

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David told me to pack my bags, because we were going to be flying out to his other place. David wanted a little fun in the sun, as he called it. He didn't say how long he wanted to go for, but I figured it would be less than a week. His trips are never for more than a week at a time. He has to come back so he can make sure everything is okay with his stocks. He also owns a restaurant that he has to check up on. I forgot to tell you that he owns a restaurant. It is a little Italian place on the other side of town. They serve up some damn good food, if you're into Italian food. I love the stuff, I can't get enough of it. David says Italian food is the best food in the world. I don't know if I would go that far, but it is tasty. I never thought I would say this, but they make a killer squid dish. They call it something other than squid, but I forget what that name is. All I know is, it tastes damn good.

We got on the plane early in the morning. David is always up at six o'clock right on the nose. He says that he has to get up so early so he can have the full day to work on stuff. I'd think he could get up a few hours later and feel the same way. I try not to be too bitchy about waking up so early, but it can be hard at times. I hate waking up early in the morning. Sometimes David will let me sleep in if he cooks his own breakfast. That doesn't happen too often, but every now and then he lets me sleep in. I usually surprise him with a nice blow job if he lets me sleep in. I love sucking cock and I also like to show him how much the little things he does means to me.

“Can't wait until we get to the other house,” David said as he looked out the window of the plane.

“It sure will be nice. To be able to sit outside and enjoy the sunshine,” I said, dazing off thinking about it.

“I don't plan on doing anything else. All I want to do is relax and spend some time with you,” David said as he sat back into his seat.

“That is such a sweet thing to say.” I said as I bent over and kissed David on the cheek.

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I would like to introduce myself. My name is Rita. I have been in the real estate business for the past five years. I mainly buy and sell houses, but I also sell pieces of land. Sometimes I can find a piece of land and buy it cheap, then sell it so someone else for a lot of profit. When a new store or business comes to town, they come to me first to see if I have any land for them to build on.

I have two homes of my own. I make close to two million dollars per year. I have to say, I have been very lucky. It seems that I can't do anything wrong when it comes to real estate. But, I have a good name, which makes everything a lot easier. When people are looking for a new house, they come to me first. You could probably say that I am the best real estate agent around this area.

Even though I have been making a lot of money, I am bored. My boyfriend broke up with me a year ago. I know, a year is a long time not to have a man in my life. But, I have been so busy. I also hate how men use me. All they want to do is get my money. I can't tell who loves me and who doesn't. All I can tell is that they love my bank account.

A woman has needs. I, have a lot of needs. Especially since I haven't had sex in over a year. My pussy needs fucked good and hard. What I am about to say might shock you, but rest assured it is true. I think it is actually an interesting way of approaching sex.

Since all of these men use me for money, I thought I would reverse the roles. I would use them for money! Not only that, but I would charge them money to have sex with me! You guessed it, I have decided to become a prostitute. It wasn't a very hard decision, all in all.

I went to the store and I got some new outfits. I will tell you what I am wearing now. I am going to be going out for the first time to try to have sex. I am wearing a short leather mini skirt. If it was a inch or two shorter, my ass would be hanging out. It is a real mini skirt! I am wearing black panty hose. I am also wearing a little red tank top. My tits are busting out of this thing. I bet if I walked too fast, my tits would pop out! Oh, I am also wearing high heels. Red ones to be exact.

“Looking for a good time?” I asked a tall black man as he walked by.

“What kind of good time?” He asked back.

“What are you looking for?” I asked.

“I've never seen you down here.” He said looking me over.

“I'm kind of new to this.” I said.

I wasn't sure if I should have told him that. He looked at me very strange.

“Are you a cop?” He asked me.

“Hell no!” I said clenching onto his arm.

“I'm just looking to make some money.” I laughed.

“Since you are new, do you know what you are doing?” He joked.

“Listen you cute black stud, I can do things to you that you never dreamed possible.” I said.

“Let's go into my car. We can talk more there.” He said while walking over to his car.

I got into his car. I could smell the odor of pot smoke. He must have been smoking pot.

“Want a toke off of this joint?” He asked.

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I like to date rich guys. I don't want to marry one some day, but I'll date them until the day I die. Some call women like me gold diggers, but I don't see it that way. I just like a man who has money, because, life with money better than life without it. I don't rob them or beg for money. The rich guys I've dated all have given me shit loads of cash. I never even have to ask for money.

I know that it might come across that I am only out for money, but I don't see it that way. Think of it like this, I work for the money. I might not have a job, but my full time job is taking care of my man. These rich guys pay me to take care of them. That is how I see it. I don't see it as me taking all of their money. I don't even ask for one penny when we break up. I know some women that would marry a rich guy just so she could divorce him. Not me, I could care less about that shit.

I've learned that if you date one rich man, you will find more rich men to date. The rich guy will take you around and show you off to all of his friends. You need to be young and hot to get rich guys, but I'm both of those things. I don't like to toot my own horn, but I'm a piece of ass these rich guys will never forget. I'm not made out to be a housewife, not me. I'm built like the woman every man dreams about. It would be a waste of a hot babe if I done that kind of shit. I don't think my looks make me better than everyone else, but I don't think I should have to live the lives they do. I mean, if rich guys are willing to spend big bucks to have me, why not do it? Some other hot young piece of ass would come along and get all of their money. I would rather it be me than them.

I've done all kinds of things with rich guys. I have traveled the world, driven the best cars, eaten food that cost more per plate than what most people make in a week. I've lived the good life and I don't have one bad thing to say about it. I know everyone out there dreams of living like I do, they just won't admit it. They wish for one minute they could hop on a private jet and fly around the world. They might never get to do those types of things, because they see life through a tiny straw.

That straw they are looking through doesn't give them the chance to see the rest of the world. It doesn't matter in the long run, I don't think most people could live the life I do. I think they would allow it to go to their head. Not me, I don't allow it to go to my head. I spend a lot of money and all that shit, but I still care about other people. Just the other day I gave a homeless man a quarter. How many people out there give homeless people money, let alone as much as a quarter?

These are two stories that really happened to me. I know they are so wild it's hard to believe, but stuff like this happens when you have money. Working at a fast food joint won't give you enough money to do these things. Most of the rich guys like to fuck me, they like to pound the fuck out of my tiny pussy. I don't mind, I don't mind at all. These rich guys can do whatever they want with me. I'd never put out for a guy who wasn't rich though, not me. I'm not going to live my life without the things that I want. Not only that, but I need to make sure that I have an expensive foreign car at all times. One time my car broke down and I actually had to ride the bus. Everyone on the bus either stunk or looked like they were crazy. I'll never ride the public bus again after that! Those people scared the hell out of me. I actually thought one of the guys was going to talk to me. There was no way I was going to talk to that toothless dirty guy. Take a bath and get a real job mother fucker, then I will talk to you!

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Philip, my boyfriend, is one crazy fucker. You wouldn't believe how kinky this guy is. Hell, I know you wouldn't believe me if I didn't have these pictures to prove it. Philip begged and begged me to have someone take pictures of us having sex at the bar his father owns. I really didn't want to go along with it, but after hearing him beg I thought I had to do it. I had nothing to loose and I get turned on knowing that people are watching us fuck. I just never have had anyone take pictures of me doing it before. Well, at least not until we fucked at his bar.

This is how the day started. I knew that Philip wanted to fuck down at the bar, so I got myself prepared for it. I know that sounds a little silly, but I wanted to look good. I hate having pictures taken of me when I'm not looking good. I wasn't sure if anyone else would be looking at the pictures, but I wasn't even going to take a chance. I wanted to look my best just in case.

I've always wanted to do one of those sexy home movies. You know, how people make their own porn movies. I really never mentioned it to any of my boyfriends. I guess I was kind of afraid that someone would get a hold of the tape or something. Philip, he says I have nothing to worry about. If people find these pictures, I will be famous. Philip says my body is so smoking hot, that these pictures will make everyone jack off. I don't know about that. But, I do think I have a nice body. I work out a lot and try not to eat any fast food. That is my secret to staying fit and trim. I don't diet or none of that shit.

I woke up and smoked a bunch of cigarettes. I'm really not sure why I smoked so much more than I usually do. Maybe I was feeling a little nervous and needed something to calm my nerves. I don't know, but I was looking forward to the big event. You know what I'm talking about, getting fucked on camera! I had been thinking about it for days nonstop. I wanted to get it done and over with, to see if I really liked it. If I liked it, I planned on asking Philip if he would like to do a movie with me. Who knows, we might even put it on the Internet! I've seen all kinds of home made porn movies on the Internet. I'm sure people would love to watch us fuck, just as much as they like to the other people they watch. Not only that, but I think I would like to watch us fuck as well. That would really get me turned on. I've even thought about asking Philip to shoot his cum on my face. I don't know if that is too dirty or not. But, it sure sounds fucking hot to me!

I went to the beauty parlor and got my hair done. I wanted to make sure that it looked good for the photo shoot. Suzie, she is the lady that I always go to. She asked why I was so excited and needed to get my hair done. I lied and told her that I was going to a wedding. She got all excited and told me to have fun. It was funny watching her get excited over a lie like that. But, I really didn't have much of a choice. I couldn't tell her the truth, I knew that I couldn't. If she knew what I was really going to be doing, she would have told everyone. Hell, if I knew that she was doing such a thing, I would tell everyone too. Stuff like this is way too fucking hot to keep under your hat! I mean, how many times do you hear about something like this happening? To people you know that is. Sure, rich and famous people do this sort of stuff all the time. But people like me, not too often.

Philip came over to my house and he was looking great. Philip said that he hit the gym before coming over so he would look toned. I don't know if he looked toned, but he sure did look horny as fuck. I couldn't believe the look in his eye when he walked through my door. I thought he was going to fuck me right then and there for sure. But, he said that he wasn't going to do that. No, he wanted to shoot his load on camera. To be honest, I really didn't want to do it then any way. I wanted this to be special, not one of those days where all you do is have meaningless sex. Maybe I'm taking this all way too far, but who knows. All I know is, I was really fucking excited.

“You look like you can't wait for tonight,” Philip said as he sat on my couch.

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“Fucking shit!” I yelled.

I can't believe it. I can't believe there is a cop car behind me with it's lights on. I could see the officer slowly walking up to the car.

“Can I see your license and registration?” The officer asked.

“Why did you pull me over?” I asked confused.

“I pulled you over because you were going 55 in a 25 zone.” He said looking down at me.

“No way, this is a 55 zone.” I said as I looked for the things he asked me for.

“No, it is 25 Ma'm. It is 25 miles per hour because not too far up the road is a school.” He said as I handed him my license.

“I don't think I have my registration.” I said.

“Is this your vehicle?” He asked.

“Yes. I have owned it for the past five years.” I said looking up at him.

It was strange looking up at him. He didn't seem like a police officer. He was tall, like a basketball player. His hair was cut really short, like he had just gone to the barber.

“I will be back in a moment.” The officer said as he left his car.

Going thirty miles per hour faster than what you are supposed to can get you in big trouble. He could take away my license and my car right on the scene. I can't have that happen. I need a way to work. I need a car so I can get groceries.

“I'm going to have to give you a ticket.” He said when he returned.

I started to cry. I wasn't sad, but I thought it would get me out of the ticket.

“I am so sorry, I didn't realize I was going too fast.” I said between sobs.

“Ma'm, save your tears for someone else. I have a job to do.” The officer said.

“Have you been drinking tonight?” He asked as he leaned in my car.

“Maybe one or two drinks.” I said back to him.

“Ma'm I'm going to have to ask you to get out of your car.” He said opening up my car door.

“I'm not drunk. I promise you I'm not drunk.” I pleaded.

“I want you to walk in a straight line. I want you to hold your arms out straight when you do this.” He said pointing with his flashlight.

“Do you understand Ma'm?” He asked.

“Yes, but why do I have to do this?” I asked.

“Because I smell the odor of alcohol on your breath. I think you might be intoxicated.” He said motioning for me to walk kin a straight line.

I walked the line, but I stumbled all over the place. I forget how many drinks I had. I didn't think it was that many.

“Ma'm, would you like to take another test?” He asked.

“What if I say no?” I asked.

“Then I will arrest you for driving under the influence of alcohol.” The officer said.

“Okay, I'll do the next test.” I said.

“Okay, I want you to follow this light with your eyes.” He said.

“Okay, easy enough.” I said.

“You are moving your head. Move your eyes and not your head.” He said as he moved the small pen flashlight.

“Okay, you are under arrest for driving while intoxicated.” He said pulling out a a pair of hand cuffs.

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Tom called me up and asked if I would help him wash his car. I don't know why he just doesn't pay someone to clean his car. Tom says that no one but either me or him can touch the car. That is so damn silly. He acts like that car of his is worth more than gold. I told Tom that one of these days something will happen to it and he will go nuts. He said that he wouldn't go nuts, he would just get another car to fix up. I'm not sure what would be worse. I shouldn't say stuff like that, I love my Tom. He is a great guy. Just a little crazy when it comes to cars. I guess we all need something to make our lives complete. He could be doing much worse things than messing around with that car of his.

I told Tom that I had some errands that I needed to run. I would have to come home and put on some old clothes if he wanted me to help wash the car. He said that would be fine, he had a few things that he needed to do also. I didn't have much to do, but I needed to get the stuff out of the way. My dog needed some food. If I let him run out of food, believe me, he would have let me know it. That damn dog acts like the world is going to end if I don't feed him as soon as I get home from work. I wish my life was that easy. Lay around all day and wait for someone to feed you. That would be my kind of life. Not only that, but dog's can lick themselves. I won't even go there, you ladies know what I'm talking about.

I put on an old pair of shorts and a sports bra. I normally don't go out and about wearing just a sports bra, but I knew there would be no one around. Tom keeps his car in the back of his house. That way nothing can get to it. He only takes it out for drives on Sundays, but every day he is back there doing something to it. I don't know what he is doing, but it is always something. I told him if he could figure out a way to put a pussy on that car, I would be in some serious trouble. I wouldn't hear from him for weeks. Tom got a kick out of that and said that nothing would even come close to my pussy. I guess that's one thing that I will always have on that car. I'm not sure if that should make me feel good or not.

I'm jealous of that damn car. There, I said it. But, I really am. I know that I shouldn't be, but that is how life goes. I'm jealous of it and there is no way around it. I wish that he would spend half of the time he spends with that car, with me. I know I should just be happy that he has a hobby and that he isn't getting in trouble. I had a boyfriend that was always in trouble with the law. It was so embarrassing to tell my family that he was in jail again. I guess at least with Tom, I know that I'll never have to tell my parents stuff like that about him. My parents like Tom, so that's a big plus to me. If my mom likes the man I'm dating, that tells me he is a good man. I'm old fashioned like that.

I arrived over at Tom's house. I didn't even knock on the door, I knew that he would be around back playing around with the car. Tom looked up at me as he was polishing the chrome in the back of the car. I don't know what it's called, but I know he was working on the metal thing on the back of the car. If you can't tell, I don't know too much about cars. I should though, after listening to all of the stuff that Tom has told me over the years. You would think by now I would be a car expert. I can say, I do know more about cars now than what I did when we first met. When we first met, all I knew was where to put the gas. Now, I can do all kinds of things. I can even check the air in my tires. Doesn't sound like much, but it is to me.

“How are you doing sweetie?” Tom asked as he heard me walking near him.

“Not too bad. You?” I asked.

“I think there is a little chip in the paint on the rear fender,” Tom said as he looked up at me.
“Oh no! Should we call a doctor?” I asked, trying to pretend to be overly concerned.

“You women don't understand. This is my baby!” Tom said as he polished the metal on the back of the car.

I'll never understand men and their cars, but that's just life I guess. I really don't know if it all makes that much of a difference. I love Tom and that is all that matters to me. Tom is a good man, someone who I would like to marry. I guess even if he does spend too much time with his car, he does love me. Love is something that is hard to find these days. When you do find it, you better keep a hold of it. You never know when you will be finding love again.

Tom threw me a sponge and told me to get to work. The look on his face told me that something was up. I just didn't know what. I washed the front part of the car and looked at it closely. It didn't look too dirty to me. I mean, it wasn't exactly clean, but not dirty enough to wash it. Most people would love a car to be half as clean as Tom's car was. It wasn't long until I found out why he wanted me to wash his car.

“What are you doing?” I asked as I felt Tom scrubbing me with soap.

“Oh sorry, I thought you were the car,” Tom said with a smile.

“Look at what you did! Now I will have to take off my sports bra!” I said as I took it off.

“Do those nice tits of yours need cleaning as well?” Tom asked.

“If you are going to wash them, go for it.” I said looking at Tom with a silly face.

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I have a story to tell, but you need to promise me one thing. If you can't do this, then please don't read the story. I don't think it is too much to ask.

I just got out of prison three months ago. Please don't judge me and think I am a bad person. I did my time and paid my debt to society. I got in trouble because I shop lifted three times in a row. I guess I should say that I was caught three times in a row.

I don't know what led me to steal stuff. I didn't have the money to buy the things that I wanted. So, I stole them. It wasn't the smartest thing I could do. But, I have learned my lesson. I have paid my debts and want to start my life over again.

I have promised my parole officer that I will never steal again. I am even in a support group that meets three times per week. I think it helps to talk about why I wanted to steal. I have to admit, I stole more than three times, those are the only times that I got caught. I'm not proud of what I did. But, I am proud that I can change my life around. I know I can do it.

Sometimes we go out for coffee after the meetings. Other times we just go home. I wish that I could go to these meetings every day, but I know that not everyone wants to have them every day. I have asked around to see if anyone would like to come to my house for meetings when we don't have any. A few people said they would think about it, but they never gave me an answer. I will have to ask them again and see what they say.

When I was in prison, I had a few flings with men. I know you won't believe it, but the male officers like to fuck the inmates. The women are more than happy to put out. Especially the ones that are there for life or on death row. Those women are sluts! It is said that single men request to work around the women who are doing life. They request it because they know the women will fuck their brains out.

Not only is there a lot of sex with the prison workers, but there is a lot of lesbian sex going on. I tried it a few times, when I was really lonely. But, I didn't like it at all. I don't see what women get out of having sex with other women. I like to feel a strong man fuck me good and hard. Not a delicate woman and her tongue. Tongues are nice, but cock is better! Though, a lot of women turn lesbian when they are in prison for a long time.

I met this one guy named Tyrone. This guy had the biggest black cock that I have ever seen. This thing was so long, the first time I saw it, it actually scared me! I didn't think my pussy would be able to handle such a long thing!

This is the real story that took place. I will never forget one word that was said. Trust me ladies, you will remember the biggest cock you have ever seen.

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“Honey, I'm home.” Patrick said as he shut the door.

Patrick loves to watch porn movies. I don't care much for them, but I like watching him watch them. If that makes any sense. I love to see a man get really turned on. I think it makes sex way more fun.

“Did you get a porn movie?” I asked.

“You know I did!” Patrick said as he sat down on the couch.

I went upstairs and I got the lube and the condoms. Sometimes when he is watching porn movies, he fucks me really fast and hard. Sometimes I have to use extra lube so I don't get sore. That is how hard he fucks me. I don't mind it though, I think it feels good. Every now and then I like to get fucked really hard. I like to get fucked so hard, that I loose my voice. But, it takes a damn good porn movie for that to happen.

“I've got everything ready.” I said as I walked down the stairs.

“Let me relax for a few minutes and smoke a cigarette.” Patrick said as he pulled a cigarette out of his pocket.

I already know what he will do next. Patrick will take a few puffs off of his cigarette and blow the smoke out his nostrils. Half way through his cigarette, he will say he has to go take a piss. I know him well enough to know, that he makes sure his bladder is empty before he has sex. He says that he hates having to piss during sex. I get so involved while having sex, that I don't even notice if I have to piss.

“I'm going to go take a piss.” Patrick said exhaling smoke from his mouth.

I told you, he would take a piss before we had sex! Do I know my man or what?!

“I'll take off my clothes as you put the tape in.” I said as I took off my pants.

Since this was just a movie rental, there wasn't any plastic to remove off of the box.

Sometimes it takes so long to remove that plastic from the boxes, that I loose interest in having sex. When I am in the mood to get fucked, I want to get fucked.

“Okay, now all we have to do is wait.” Patrick said as he put the movie in.Why is it that all of these movies seem to have twenty minutes worth of commercials in the beginning? I guess some guys who watch these movies like to call phone sex numbers when they are done. I don't know why a man would want to do that. I mean, they should be jacking off to the video they are watching!

Patrick pulled down his pants and flicked his cock around a few times. He likes to do this to make it hard. I have never known a man to flick his cock around to get it hard. But, it works for him I guess. I moved in and started to work his cock with my hand. It got hard in no time.

The movie came on and the first thing I saw, was lesbians. They went straight into eating pussy, they didn't even kiss each other.

“Fast forward to the next scene. I hate watching lesbos have sex.” I said.

“This whole tape is lesbians having sex.” Patrick said as he watched the movie.

“All of the movie is lesbians? No men at all?” I asked stunned.

“Yes, all lesbians.” He said.

“You know I don't like to watch lesbos have sex. Why did you get a movie like this?” I asked.

“Because I wanted to see lesbians.” Patrick replied.

What do men get out of watching two women having sex? I will never understand this. I think it is so gross, that it makes me sick!

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I'm a bartender at a high class restaurant. This isn't the normal beer joint that you might be thinking of. This is the type of bar where people order fancy mixed drinks and leave big tips. I've worked in a few beer joints in my day. I've always wanted to be a bartender since I saw one on television when I was a kid. I remember how fascinated I was when I would watch westerns with my dad. The men always drank heavily and the women were always sexy. My mom would always tell my dad that she wished he drooled over her half as much as he did the babes in the westerns. It wouldn't be a long time until I understood what she meant.

I went to work like I normally do. Looking forward to serving my customers. This isn't the type of place where people get drunk. People come and have a few drinks, loosen up a bit. They talk to me or who ever is in the bar. A lot of people come up to the bar after they have finished their meals. Very few people stop in just for a drink. I guess that's because we are mostly known as a restaurant and not as a bar. Though, it does get pretty crowded on the weekends. People like to come out for a bite to eat and have a drink or two. Especially when it's summer time and no one wants to cook in a hot kitchen. The bar is always cool as a cucumber, no matter how hot it is outside.

“What kind of beer do you have on tap?” A nice looking black man asked.

“What are you looking for? We have both domestic and imports on tap,” I said as I watched him sit down at the counter.

“Hook me up with an import. Give me what you think is the best.” The man said as he looked at me in a sexual way.

I'm the type of person who loves to drink. I shouldn't say it like that, but I think you know what I mean. I love to have a beer or a glass of wine. I usually don't get drunk, but I will sip on a drink when I get off of work. Sometimes I come home and mix myself a drink and feel like I'm back at work. Usually I just pour myself a glass of red wine or drink a bottle of beer. I think a drink each day is good for the nerves. I've read where a drink a day will make you live to a ripe old age. But, I'm not sure if I believe that. I don't know if alcohol can do such a thing or not. I would like to hope so, but I won't be holding my breath.

I handed him a glass of beer and he took one sip and looked at me. I wasn't sure if he liked the beer or if he thought it was awful. He took another sip and gave me a big smile. That's when I knew that he liked it. The man drank the beer as I wiped off the counter. I told him not to worry, I would clean his side when he was done.

“How are you doing?” Matty asked as she walked up to the man.

“Not bad. How are you?” The man asked.

“Not bad at all. In fact, I'm good now that you are here Charles.

“This is Charles. He is a long time friend of mine,” Matty said as she introduced us.

“Nice to meet you.” I said as I continued cleaning.

I usually have quite a bit of stuff to do right before we close. I watched Matty flirt with Charles and it got me to wondering. Why would they do such a thing in a public place like this? I over heard her talking about his cock and what she would do to it. I've never heard Matty say such things before. In fact, I always thought she was a lesbian. We had a fling about a week ago, but it wasn't nothing major. She felt me up and fingered me until I came. It wasn't ground breaking or anything like that, but it did feel good. I listened to them talk some more and it blew my mind. Charles was asking her if she wanted him to eat her pussy.

“Why don't you two go in the bathroom and fuck already!” I said as I listened to them talk dirty.

“Why go to the bathroom? We can fuck right here and you can join us,” Matty said with a silly smirk.

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I have finally got a new boyfriend. A guy that my mom likes. I can't stress enough, how hard it is to find a man that my mom likes. I know she is picky because she loves me, but she doesn't have to be as picky as she is.

I went over to my boyfriends house to watch a movie. We have only been dating about a month now. We haven't had sex, but we have kissed a little. Also, I felt his hard cock once while we were kissing. That guy is packing some sausage down there, if you know what I mean.

“I need to go to the bathroom really fast.” Steve said.

“Okay, I will get the movie ready.” I said as I sat down on the couch.

I made some of my famous popcorn with butter on it. Everyone loves it when I make popcorn. My secret is, I add just a little bit of sugar to the popcorn. This makes it taste really sweet. Everyone always tells me how good it is.

I put the tape in and I fast forwarded it. I didn't pay attention to any of the stuff I seen on the screen. You know how it is, you see all of these movie trailers and stuff. Also, I can't stand to watch the beginning credits or ending credits. I have no idea why they start out a movie with words on the screen anyway.

“Oh, Oh, give it to me.” The woman on the screen said.

“What the fuck is this?” I thought to myself.

Then, it hit me what I was looking at. I was watching a porno movie. I couldn't believe that was what I was watching.

“You look like you just seen a ghost.” Steve said as he came into the living room.

Steve took one look at the TV and knew what the problem was.

“You must have put the wrong tape in there.” He said running up to the TV.

“Wrong tape?” I asked.

“Yes, I rented the movie you asked for.” He said showing me the box.

“I don't know how that porno got there.” Steve said ashamed.

“It got there because you rented a porno.” I laughed.

I had never seen his so embarrassed. It was actually kind of cute. He reminded me of a child who was caught stealing a cookie out of the cookie jar.

“Well, sorry about that. Now let's watch your movie.” Steve said nervously.

“No, no. Let's watch this instead.” I said.

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I looked up at the sky and could tell by looking at the sun that it was noon. Soon after I realized what time it was, I heard the foreman yelling that it was time for lunch. He was yelling his same old lunch time calling that he does every day at this time.

“It's time for lunch people. Take your breaks or I'll ram your shovel's up your ass!” The foreman yelled as he walked down the rows of working people.

It was lunch time all right, not a minute too soon either. I've been working on a farm this spring, me and about ten other people who can't find a better job. If the hot sun don't kill you, the pains in your back from shoveling all day long will. I don't know why in the fuck these people haven't heard of machines to do this sort of work, but if they had, I wouldn't have a job. My husband said that I had to get a job, we needed money for the family. He has a job, working over at Mr. Collins's farm, not too far from here. He bails hay and works with the animals. I'm not sure what of everything that he does, but he is usually working with the hogs or the cows. We've got two mouths to feed and I'll be damned if my kids will go hungry. I've spent many a night with a growling stomach because we only had enough food to feed them. That says something, because my husband will only eat if there is enough food left over after I eat. He's that kind of man, his wife and kids will eat before he does. Every now and then Mr. Collins will give Henry, my husband, a little salt pork. If we are really lucky, he will give us some milk and ham, but that doesn't happen very often. Mr. Collins is a greedy son of a bitch, he would fuck his own mother for a quarter if he could. Not to be mean, but that's how the man is.

Nobody gets rich working on the farms around here. One of the old black ladies I work with said that the only rich people around here are the mother fuckers who own the farms. I guess she's right, but I've never spent much time thinking about it. Everyone I know is poor. The richest person I know drives a thirty year old pickup truck that breaks down about every other week. He strolls down the dirt roads around here like a man in the big city would his BMW. He's a nice guy though, I heard he'll give you a ride if you can afford to pay him for the gas. I don't know, if we need to go anywhere, I call someone in my family to come pick us up. I don't call asking for a ride often, maybe once or twice a year. We aren't the type of people who take hand outs, never did like people feeling sorry for me.

Today we were planting potatoes, in a few days I heard we will be planting corn. Corn isn't so hard, I used to plant corn when I was a kid. I would poke a hole in the dirt with my finger and drop a seed or two in the hole. Keep doing that all the way down the row until it's done. I'd have a garden back at the house if I could, but I don't have time. When my kids get older, they will be the ones who take care of the garden. I guess they are old enough now, but I don't want to see them being put to work yet. I want them to be able to enjoy a few more years, now they should be tired from playing all day, not busting their backs. I've always hoped that they would turn out to be doctors or someone who makes a lot of money. Maybe they could get me out of the mess I'm in. I probably shouldn't think that way, but I don't have much hope for me and Henry. We'll never make enough money to live a decent life, one where we'll have enough food to eat. I don't look at the fancy things in life anymore, I don't even dream of a better life.

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Well, we had a few interesting calls last night that I will tell you about. I don't know if I have enough time to tell you about all of them, but I will tell you the steamy part. Because I know, that is what you really want to hear.

This week we are working day shift. This is probably the most boring shift to work. Not much goes on during the day time. Most of the time it is just angry drivers that curse at others. That seems to be what starts all of the problems around here. I wish I knew why they are always so pissed off.

I met Doug for breakfast. We went to this little restaurant that serves the best breakfast you could ever imagine. I had two eggs over easy and some hash browns. Doug on the other hand had three eggs, two pancakes, and two sausage patties. As I told you before, this guy can eat like crazy and not gain a pound. I don't know how he does it. If I ate that much, it would go straight to my ass!

Doug told me all about what is going on with his divorce. His wife is being a bitch and is trying to get the house. I'm not sure why he is fighting it, because that house is a dump. I hate to talk like that, but it is true. The house looks like shit on the outside and the inside. I guess the reason why he is fighting it so much is, it is a symbol of his hard work. Since she didn't do anything but sit on her ass, the house was symbolic of all of the hard work he has done as a police officer. I'd sell the house and spend the money on something to piss her off. Like a down payment on a better house or something. But, he isn't as evil as I am. What can I say, I'm a woman!

On the way out of the restaurant I asked the woman at the register if they do take out orders. She said they did, all that I needed to do was call it in. I think I will get my lunch from there today. The last thing I want to eat is a cheese burger and fries. I already know what Doug will want, so I need to have something planned for when I get mine.

We went to the station and got our car. Everyone seemed to be in a bad mood today. The coffee pot wasn't working right and no one had any coffee. If there is one thing that I have learned, it is to stay away from a police officer that is in need of a cup of coffee.

Believe me, it isn't a pretty sight. Luckily, I had coffee with my breakfast. Sometimes me and Doug goes to a gas station that has great coffee. Since we don't spend all day at the station, we don't have access to their coffee. It is a good thing too, because that shit tastes like oil.

The stuff at the gas station can be old, but even when it is, it never tastes as bad as the stuff from the station.

“Is that guy swerving?” Doug asked as he pointed at a car.

“I don't know, let's follow it.” I said as I got behind it.

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Frank, he has been coming to see me for a few years now. He has come a long ways in his recovery. I know I shouldn't be talking about my patients, but I have disguised his name. You won't be able to tell who he is just by reading this. I know that he wouldn't mind me telling you this stuff anyway. He is the type of person who is open and honest with his problems. This is what really happened when Frank came into my office. Just remember, I have changed some of the small details slightly to protect his identity. Nothing else has been changed.

“How are you doing today Frank?” I asked as he laid down on the couch.

“Well, not so good,” Frank explained.

“What seems to be the problem?” I asked.

“I've been having panic attacks lately. I think it's because of my new job,” Frank explained, waiving his hands in the air.

“What about the new job has been giving your panic attacks?” I asked.

“I've been trying to understand that myself. I think it's because I will be doing something that I'm not familiar with. Around people that I don't know,” Frank said as he got up and looked at me.

I looked over his record and I saw that this was something that is usually a problem for Frank. I've treated him long enough to understand how he thinks and deals with situations. I keep notes in his file so I can remember the small details of his life. Stuff I can't talk about here, but I'm sure you understand. Frank is getting married in a few months and that has him all worked up as well. Men are always the ones who get worked up when it comes to marriage. Women, we get upset when we get close to the marriage date also. But, for us, it is much different. Men feel like they are being trapped into something that they don't want to do. Women on the other hand feel like marriage is telling the world how much you love each other. Two very different views from two people who will hopefully be spending the rest of their lives together.

“Have you been taking your medication?” I asked.

“Every day, twice a day,” Frank looked up at me in a matter of fact way.

“I would suggest that you just take things one at a time. Identify what triggers you and how you can deal with it. You need to do this one foot in front of the other,” I advised.

“That makes sense. You are always so helpful to me,” Frank said.

“I'm glad I can help you Frank.” I said as I looked over his record.

Frank takes only one medication twice a day. I have some patients who take up to four pills per day. That doesn't mean that he isn't as bad as they are, it just means that the one pill does the trick for him. Though, chances are he will have to be put on something else as the years go by. That's how this medication works. After several years it can loose it's effectiveness. Sometimes It can be very difficult finding out what medication works the best, but usually after some trial and error I get it right. You have to be patient when it comes to things such as this.

“Can I tell you something without you getting mad at me?” Frank asked.

“Sure,” I replied.

“Your tits look very nice today,” Frank said with a nervous smirk.

“Frank! Why are you looking at my breasts?” I asked shocked.

“Sorry, I was only looking because they are nice.” Frank said as he hung his head.

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I've been doing this now for about twelve years and Doug has been doing it for around nine years. We have been partners for the past five years. As you can imagine, we hold each other's lives to the highest degree. When you are in this business, if you don't watch your partners back, you are worthless. There are many times he has saved my life.

Lately we have been working about sixty hours a week. Some weeks a little more, some weeks a little less. We lost several officers in a shoot out a few months ago. There was a big shoot out between some drug dealers and the cops. Me and my partner were there. It wasn't a pretty sight. Let me tell you one thing, it breaks your heart to watch a fellow officer die. After all you have been through with them, to see them die is more than you can handle.

One of the officers who died was the mother of three children. I feel so sorry for her kids. They are just old enough to go to school. They will never get to know their mom. I probably cried for a whole week when she died.

Sometimes I wonder why the good people always die. I mean, you rarely ever see these crack heads dying. No, they will live forever and be in good health. You take someone like Carol, who was trying to make a difference and make the world a better place.

She dies at thirty five. I mean, come on. Why couldn't have it been some guy with a needle shooting drugs in his arm? Maybe it is mean to think that way. I don't think I care though. Every time I drive by her house, I think of her.

I lost my dad when I was young. I know what these kids will be going through. I can't tell you how many times I have just wanted to hear my dad's voice again. How much I would love to cook him a meal and eat supper together.

I never got the chance to do that with my dad. He died when I was four years old. Every time I want to go over and see Carol's kids, I end up not going. I bought them toys to help take their mind of off things. But, I had to give them to Carol's sister to give to the kids. I just can't be around them. I am sad for them, but it also makes my pain come out too. Even though it has been as long as it has, I'm not sure that I have dealt with dad's death. In fact, I know I haven't.

“Unit four, we have a domestic violence situation over at 5654 Circle Drive.” The dispatcher said over the radio.

“We need you to go see what is going on. The boyfriend appears to be drunk and possibly has a gun.” The dispatcher further explained.

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“You are the best boyfriend that I have ever had.” I said as I kissed him again.

“I know you said you always wanted to fly on a plane.” Eric said as he looked out the window.

“Yes I have. This is so neat. I can't wait for us to get in the air.

First a lady came over the loud speaker and gave us instructions. She told us to buckle our seat belts and this sort of things. Then the captain told us some stuff. I don't remember what all they said. They thank us for flying their airline and to enjoy the trip. I was so excited, that I couldn't focus on what they were talking about.

“How long do you think we will be in the air?” I asked as I got even more excited.

“About three hours. It should take us about three hours to go to California.” Eric said as he looked at his watch.

“Just think how long it would take us if we drove to California.” I said as I paused to think about it.

“Too long.” Eric chuckled.

We didn't really have any plans in California. The only plans that we had were to fly on the plane. I think Eric said he wanted to watch a basketball game if there were tickets still on sale. I hate basketball, but I said it was okay since I got to ride in a plane.

“Buckle your seat belt.” Eric said to me as the plane started to rumble.

I was so excited, my stomach was churning. I felt like I was going to throw up. I was excited, but at the same time a little scared. Scared because I didn't know what to expect.

“Do you fly often?” I asked.

“No, but I used to when my parents first got divorced.” Eric said as he watched me buckle my seat belt.

“I used to fly at least once per month. Then my dad moved back in with my mom. What a crazy time.” Eric said.

“It sounds like it.” I said.

“Yeah, well, they decided that they didn't want to be divorced after all.” Eric said as he looked around.

“That is good for them.” I said.

I felt the plan start to move. Every bone in my body was alert with excitement. Then, I seen that we were off the ground.

“I can't believe I am flying!” I said as I looked out the window.

As we went higher and higher, my ears started to hurt. Then, they started to pop.

“My ears are popping.” I said as I looked over at Eric.

“That will happen. Stay calm.” Eric said as he put his hand on my knee.

“I'm not afraid. I am excited!” I said as I watched out the window.

The higher we got, the smaller things looked out the window. I was shocked that I was actually looking at clouds. How neat is that? They looked like weird cotton balls as we flew near them.

“I feel like I can touch heaven up here.” I said to Eric.

“The world is such a beautiful place up here.” Eric said.

“I wonder if this is the same view God has of earth?” I asked.

“I don't know, but if I was God, this is how I would want to see the world.” Eric replied.

After about a half hour, the thrill kind of died down. I'm not saying that it wasn't very interesting, but I kind of got used to it. Not only that, but one of the people started being an asshole. He was drunk and and threw a pack of peanuts. I don't know what made him mad, but I think they told him he couldn't have anymore booze. I thought for a minute that someone was going to punch him in the face.

There was a little baby a few rows up from us. It was as cute as a baby could be. I was so surprised at how well behaved it was. It didn't cry even one time. The baby seemed like it enjoyed flying. Every now and then I would see it looking around. I tried to wave to it, but I don't think the baby noticed me. It was too focused on something else. Maybe there was a fly or something in the plane.

“Would you like to be in the mile high club?” Eric said.

I have never heard of such a thing. It sounded like something that referred to flying in planes, which was something that interested me.

“Are there any fees for the club?” I asked.

“There are some.” Eric said after he busted out laughing.

“How much does it cost?” I asked.

“You don't know what I am talking about?” Eric asked.

“No, I have no idea.” I said.

“The mile high club is a slang term for people who have had sex on a plane.” Eric said with a snicker.

“Oh, that sounds like fun.” I said.

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“When I think of you, my cock gets really hard.” Garry said.

“What are you doing now?” Garry asked.

“I'm playing with myself. I'm so horny, I can smell my wet pussy.” I said.

“I wish I was there to smell your pussy.” Garry said.

I could hear him jacking off through the phone. He must have been really pounding his cock, because it made a loud smacking sound.

“Would you be putting your fingers in my pussy like I am now?” I asked.

“No.” Garry stated.

“Why not?” I asked curiously.

“Because I would put my tongue deep in your wet pussy.” Garry said.

“Oh yeah, that sounds nice.” I said while flicking my finger against my clit.

“Then I would eat your pussy as if it were my last meal. I would savor every lick.” Garry said while jacking off even faster.

“That sounds so good.” I said after sticking two fingers inside my wet pussy.

“I can't handle this.” Garry said in a rushed manner.

“Can't handle what?” I asked.

“I can't handle phone sex. I don't want to hear how wet your pussy is. I want to feel it!” He said.

“You want to come over and feel my wet pussy?” I asked.

“You know I do.” He said.

“Why don't you come on over. I'll keep my pussy nice and wet for you.” I said.

“Okay, I'll be over in ten minutes. Keep your legs spread and that pussy wet!” Garry said right before he slammed down the receiver to the phone.

It was all I could do not to play with myself. I was so worked up. My clit was throbbing like it was never going to get touched again. The smell of my own pussy made me even more horny. I know when I am horny, because of how great my pussy smells. The whole room smells like pussy when I get worked up.

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I nagged and nagged my husband to take me some where. I wanted a nice meal and all that stuff. He told me that we couldn't afford it, but there was something that he could do. He could cook me a nice meal and we could dance in our house. He even said that he would buy a bottle of wine if I wanted him to. I then realized that there was no way in hell that we were going to be able to afford going out to eat. So, I figured I would just let him do whatever he wanted. I liked the idea of getting a little special treatment. Not only that, but I would love not to have to slave over a hot stove for once. I cook all the meals around here, so you can imagine how sick and tired I am of cooking. I don't mind cooking usually, unless it's hot outside. Then, I would much rather just order a pizza. The problem is, we usually never have any money for pizza. Sometimes I will get the frozen kind and just throw it in the oven. That way I don't have to stand out in the kitchen and work.

Mark, my husband asked if I could wash his suit for the occasion. That told me he was taking this serious. I was glad that he was taking it serious, because I needed some love and affection. I can't get enough hugs and kisses each day. I miss the times where he would do little sweet things for me. Like cooking me breakfast in bed or just sitting on the porch and drinking a glass of wine. We used to sit on the porch with a glass of wine and talk for hours and hours. We would talk so much, that we would forget to drink the wine. We aren't drinkers anyway, maybe a glass of wine here and there. I think wine gets me in the mood for love making. I don't know what it is about wine, but it does that to me. I usually only take a few sips and the rest goes to waste. The only time I can drink alcohol is, when I split a beer with Mark. Sometimes we will go down to the sports bar and we will drink beer and eat buffalo wings. We will split a beer and I can drink all of that. That's because they make those wings so damn hot, you need something to drink right away! I love spicy food though, so I'm not complaining.

I washed his good suit and I also washed a dress of mine. The white one that Mark likes so much. Mark says that likes how my tits look in my white dress. I'll take his word on that. I don't know, I don't go around looking at my tits all day. I washed the clothes and got them ready for the big day. This was about two days or so before it happened. I'll be skipping ahead a few days so I can tell you how it all went down. I don't want to spoil the story for you, but it really was a good time. I'll just leave it at that.

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“I've thought about it a few times,” Kate said as she looked over at me.

Both of us were laying on the ground looking up at the moon. It was a full moon, a beautiful full moon. There is nothing other than death that has fascinated people like the moon has. Simply looking at it sparks creativity that leads to questions that we can't answer.

“Would you go up there if you had the chance?” I asked.

Kate paused for a few minutes and looked up at the moon. The sky was clear, except for a few clouds that would cover the moon from time to time. In between our conversation the night spoke to us. The silence was broken by the sounds of city life. Sounds from cars, people, and even insects.

“I would only go there if you went with me,” Kate said as she kissed me lightly on the lips.

This made me feel good inside. I have been with so many women who really didn't care about me. I don't care if it was just some mushy shit to make me feel good. It did make me feel good, it also made me feel good that she would say such a thing. I like it when my partner tries to make me happy. Oh, why should I call her my partner? Just because I'm a lesbian doesn't mean that I can't have a lover. Kate is my lover, plain and simple.

“That is a nice thing of you to say. But, would you really go to the moon?” I asked as I moved my body closer to hers.

“I don't know, I really don't know. I'm not sure there is a reason for me to go up there,” Kate said as she looked at the moon.

Kate did have a point, I never thought about it like that before. I have always been interested in the moon, I try to look at it every night. I have since I can remember, I guess it is one of my quirks. I'd love to go to the moon, but I don't have a reason to go. I wouldn't be able to do any kind of science experiments or something that would make humanity better. But, it would be neat to look into outer space and to see what the earth looks like from far away.

“I'd like to go to the moon. I have no reason to, but I would like to look out into outer space and look back at the earth,” I explained.

“If you were up there, I would wave at you from down here,” Kate said as she gave me another kiss.

I wasn't sure that I could take all of this love. I have never experienced love like this. I have always dreamed of finding a nice woman who would love me, but I really never thought I would find her. Sometimes I think I really didn't try too hard, because I was afraid to admit that I am a lesbian. I'm not ashamed of it, but my family doesn't like it. I should say they don't understand, that would be more like it. My dad is okay with it, my mom on the other hand isn't. I can understand why my dad likes it, most men like the idea of two women having sex.

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I got out of bed and done my drill. I'm sure you know what I am talking about. I worked out for about a half an hour and then I ate my breakfast. I put on a nice outfit and called a few of my girl friends on the phone.

Not much was going on with them. One of them said they had planned a quite evening alone with her boyfriend. I knew what she was talking about. They were going to have a good meal then they were going to have sex. Even though I know I have done it a million times, just hearing her talk about it made me want to throw up. I didn't need to hear that she was going to have mind mending romantic sex, while I sit in front of the TV watching reruns.

Two of my other friends said they were going to go out to the bar. They asked me if I would like to go with them. I'm not much of a bar person. Actually, the smell of cigarette smoke gets on my nerves. But, I just couldn't allow myself to sit on the couch like a lump all day.

I told them if they wanted to come over, I would throw a few chicken breasts on the grill. I didn't want to eat lunch alone. They said they would love to come over and visit. It sure is a good thing too, because I really needed the company.

We had a little BBQ and it was fun. Just a nice meal with the girls. Then, they left so they could get ready to go out drinking. These girls have stomaches made out of lead, so they start drinking early. Me on the other hand, a few drinks and I am three sheets in the wind.

I went through my closet to find something that looked sexy, but not trashy. I figured if I was going to go out to the bar, I might as well look for a man while I was there. Hell, at this point I would have going to a funeral to find a good man. Of course, he couldn't be the dead guy, unless he had a shit load of insurance. Hehehe.

I found just the outfit that I was looking for. It was a black skirt that came up a few inches from my knee. I also found a nice v neck shirt to go along with it. Something that would show off my boobs, but not be too revealing. I had one hell of a time finding my black panty hose. I almost shit a fit when I thought I would have to go to the store to buy some more.

To top off this hot little outfit, I put on some heels with straps around the ankles. A lot of guys say that I have great feet, so sometimes I like to show them off. But, I don't go over board showing them off. Those guys who have the feet fetish are so strange! I dated one and he was one of the weirdest people that I have ever met. He was a nice guy, but weird!

I did my hair. Actually, I just put some moose in my hair. I just wanted to give my curls a more fuller look. I also put on some lipstick and a new kind of gloss. I'm forget what it is called, but it looks really nice. It looks shiny longer than any others that I have used. I got some of it from the drug store that isn't too far away.

Before I knew it, they were at my house. Cindy ran in and told me to get the hell out, the meter was running! They got a taxi cab so they wouldn't have to drive home. One time we all went out and Cindy almost got charged with DUI. She only had a few drinks, so the cop let her go. That was too close of a call.

I got in the taxi and was taken back by how bad the driver smelled. This guy smelled like he never had taken a bath! Wow, it was so bad I actually held my nose. All of the windows were rolled down too. Shelly was so disgusted by the smell, she had her head out the window like she was a dog! It was too funny.

We got to the bar and there were some people there. Not many, but enough to walk around and talk to. My friends are hardcore drinkers, so they like to get there early so they have plenty of time to drink. We walked around awhile, then we went to the counter.

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I have all but given up on finding Mr. Right. I don't even think such a man exists. If he does, he sure in the hell doesn't live around here. No, no where near here to be exact. All the men around here claim to be studs, but they end up being duds.

While this story isn't exactly sexy, I'm sure all you women out there know exactly what I am talking about. Go ahead, laugh at what happened to me. I know deep down inside, you have had the same thing happen to you. The only difference is, I'm willing to talk about what happened to me.

One of my friends called me and asked if I would like to go out for some drinks. Being that I am single, I figured why not? What else was I going to do? Sit around and watch TV? That isn't much of a life for a horny woman. I told her that I would love to go out and have a few drinks.

This is something I love about going out for drinks. All you women know exactly what I am talking about too. All I have to do is buy one drink. Hell, I can even just ask for a free ice water. Before long, men will be asking to buy me drinks like crazy. I can get shit faced and not have to spend a fortune. Have you recently seen how much these bars charge for drinks? It can eat up your whole paycheck in no time. But, it doesn't eat a hole in my purse. No way, I let all of these dumb ass looser men buy me drinks. Why not? They would be buying some other woman a drink!

“Are you ready to go?” A voice said through the door.

“Don't you know how to knock?” I said while running to the door. “I thought you would be outside.” Sherry said.

“It's too damn hot out there. I don't want to ruin my makeup.” I said closing the door behind me.

Sherry is a nice girl, but don't get in her way when she is drunk. Also, don't let her get anywhere near a car. She will think nothing of driving a car while drunk. Believe me, I've seen her drive while drunk and it isn't a pretty sight. Luckily, her brother was driving us all down to the bar. It was a relief just knowing that she wasn't planning on driving home after drinking at the bar.

“Where does that girl live?” Sherry's brother asked.

“What girl?” Sherry asked.

“The one we were supposed to pick up.” He said.

“She lives over by that little store and Third street. Just drop me off there and I will get her.” Sherry said.

Sherry's brother pulled into the little store. I have been to this place a hundred times and for the life of me I can't think of what it's called. It used to be called Tom's Corner Store, but someone bought it and changed the name. Oh well, I'm sure you guys don't care anyway.

Shelly came back to the car with Debra. I thought they were never going to come out of the house. They must have been in there for at least twenty minutes.

“Hello there.” Shelly's brother said to Debra.

“Don't you get any fucking ideas. She doesn't want you.” Shelly scolded her brother.

“With a rack that nice, I had to say something.” He laughed.

“You fucking pig. All you men are alike.” Shelly yelled.

“I call them as I see them.” He kidded.

“He has a point, I mean I do have nice tits.” Debra joked.

“Not as nice as mine.” Shelly said pulling down her shirt.

“Come on sis, I don't want to see your tits.” Shelly's brother screamed.

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“Go Sal! Kick their asses!” I yelled as I watched Sal go around the track.

I think he heard me, because he waived at me. I waived back, but I don't think he saw me. He was going way to fast to pay attention to anything that I was doing. Not only that, but if he was paying attention to me, that would have meant that he wasn't paying attention to the guy he was racing against. I know how competitive Sal can be, so I doubt that was the case. I couldn't believe my eyes, Sal had won the race! That meant that he only had one more race to go. If he won that, he would be the big winner of the night.

I ran into the pits and greeted Sal. I kissed him on the cheek and patted him on the ass. I pat him on the ass because I see guys doing it on the sports channel. I don't know why they do it, but I also don't know why I do it. I guess I do it to fit in, if that makes any sense. Sal glowed with the energy of a million light bulbs. I kissed him again and he smiled at me. I could feel his happiness deep inside my body. I stood watching him glow, trying to think what I should say next.

“Honey, I've got to get ready for the next race,” Sal said as he gave me a kiss.

“Okay,” I replied.

“I'll talk to you after I win the big one.” Sal said with a smile.

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I don't have much of a chance to meet men. Actually, I never get the chance to meet men. The only time I get to meet men is when I am at work. Usually I am so busy, that I don't have the time. I work at the check out line at a grocery store. I run the register and help bag the stuff. We have school kids that are supposed to help bag the groceries, but some times they don't do their jobs. I don't know what they are doing. I don't get on them about it though. I know they are kids and don't really want to work. They are just looking to make enough money to buy the things that their parents won't get them.

I usually work at least six days per week. I don't make much money, so I have to work as much as I can. The owner is really nice and gives me overtime if I want it. Of course I take it, but I really don't want it. But, I have to make ends meet. If I didn't, I wouldn't be able to afford living.

I don't regret having my daughter. She is the reason why I get up every morning. Though, I do wish that I could have been older when I had her. It is nothing against her, I just want to live a life. Is that selfish? Is it selfish to want to live? If so, I am guility.

I also would have liked to been older so I could have been more prepared. If I had known what it takes to raise a child, I would have gotten an education. I would have went to college or got some training. That way I would have a good job and wouldn't have to work so much. But, I might be able to go to college when she goes to school. I talked to a woman at the community college and she said that I can get government money to go to college if I want to. I want to, but I don't know if I could work at the grocery store and go to college. On top of all of that, I would have to take care of my daughter too.

Mr. Keller who owns the grocery store says that if I go to college for business, he will let me run the store. Mr. Keller has several different grocery stores. He says I am a good worker and would love to have me take over one of the stores. He says that soon he will want to retire and will need someone to run the store for him. I will think about going to school to do this. I like him and I would like a better paying job. He says that I could be at work while my daughter is in school. By the time she got off school, I would be off work. That sounds great, but that is some time down the road. I have to deal with today and not just tomorrow.

I asked my sister if she would watch my daughter for me. Just for a few hours just so I could get out of the house. I wanted to go down to the bar and have a few drinks. I knew that if I bought one, I could find guys that would buy me drinks. I know that sounds bad, but when you don't have money, that is how you do it. The way I see it is, I am a cheap drunk. I don't have to drink ten drinks to get drunk. After about four or five, I am feeling good.

I walked down to the bar. It is about a twenty minute walk from my house. I thought that I could use the walk to remove some stress also. Walking is my way of getting rid of stress. It seems to work. By the time that I went into the bar, I was relaxed. Relaxed enough to be able to have some fun.

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Five months ago I got pregnant. Then, my boyfriend dumped me. That's right, he broke up with me when he found out I was pregnant. My world came tumbling down. Unless you have been in a situation like this, you won't know what I am talking about.

I had all of these bills to pay. As you might know, when you get pregnant, you have go to the doctor a lot. My boyfriend didn't pay one cent of my doctor bills. Hell, he ran out of state. I still don't know where he is. I guess that is for the best.

A few weeks ago I had a miscarriage. I felt sick and I went to the hospital. I delivered my baby and he was dead. I never even knew it was a boy until he came out dead. I was devastated. I had taken care of myself so well, to have something like this happen.

The whole time my boyfriend wasn't there for me. Now, he wasn't there for me again. I wish I could explain how much I hate that son of a bitch, but I guess it isn't worth my time. All I can think of doing to him is, kicking him as hard as I can in his nuts. That would make everything better. Maybe not, but I would feel better.

It does bother me that my son is dead and that asshole doesn't even know about it. I haven't even tried contacting his family. I figure he didn't care about me when I was pregnant, he wouldn't care if it is dead.

This is a real story that happened. I don't think of myself of a woman who does this sort of thing, but I was feeling very lonely. Not just lonely, but upset too. If you have been through what I have been, you know what I am talking about. Nothing is like loosing your own child.

“What's wrong Susie?” My neighbor Stan asked.

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I called up my boyfriend and asked if he wanted to do anything. I hate sitting around the house on a weekend. There is nothing more depressing than sitting around the house while you could be having fun. The only time I want to be around the house is, when I am getting fucked. I don't mind being around the house then. Actually, most of the times I fuck my boyfriend it is at his house. He has a really neat water bed. I love getting fucked while feeling the waves on his water bed.

I called him up and asked if he wanted to do something. Stan, my boyfriend, said that he would like to go get something to eat and watch a movie. He said that there is a new movie out about aliens or something. I have no idea what he was talking about. I told him that I would love to do that. Actually, I could think of a million things that I would rather be doing than watching a movie about aliens. But, I don't want to be sitting around the house all day.

I took a shower and I put a little skirt on. It is one of these skirts that has lace around the bottom. It is black, but it isn't made out of leather. This is one of those skirts that you don't wear if you are planning to do any bending over. Unless you are bending over to get fucked that is.

I couldn't decided on what shirt that I wanted to wear. I didn't know if I wanted to wear a button up shirt and not button the shirt much. I also have a nice tank top that I bought that shows off my tits. I didn't know if I wanted to wear that instead. I also didn't know if I wanted to wear any panty hose or not. If I wanted to wear panty hose, what color should I wear? I wish guys had to make decisions like this. I think they tend to choose the clothes that have the least amount of stains on them. Oh, and let's not forget about them choosing the clothes that stink the least. I'm sure they have a hard time finding clothes that aren't full of stains and smell bad. How I wish it were that easy!

I decided that the tank top was what I wanted to wear. It looked good, but not too slutty. I figured an unbuttoned dress shirt would look way too slutty with this short skirt. I also put on white panty hose. White panty hose look conservative, but sexy at the same time. I don't know why I care, but I don't want people to think I am a slut. Just someone who doesn't mind showing off their body.

“Are you ready to go?” Stan yelled through the screen door.

After all of these decisions, I still haven't figured out what perfume that I wanted to wear or the shoes I wanted to wear. Men have it so easy, way too damn easy.

“Come in and sit on the couch.” Yelled at him.

“Okay.” Stan yelled back.

I could hear the screen door slam shut when he came into my place. I put on some perfume and picked a pair of shoes that looked good with this outfit. I ended up wearing a nice black shoe with buckles on them. I think they make me look like a sexy innocent type of girl.

I came out and Stan gave me that smile. It's the smile that tells me I'm looking hot. He does it every time. Men, they can't hide it when their penis takes over.

“Man, you look fucking good.” Stan said.

“Finger licking good?” I said as I hiked up my skirt.

“You are horny today.” Stan said as he watched me rub my pussy through my panties.

“I'm horny every day.” I said as I put my skirt back down.

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I've got a little secret to tell you. I've been doing porn movies. Don't you tell anyone, because I don't want my family to find out. I'm sure one of these days they will find out. But, I don't want them to find out now. I'm sure it would break my mother's heart if she knew what her baby daughter was up to. I'm not much of a baby any more, but she thinks I am. As you can see in these pictures, I'm nothing but pure woman. I've learned to be comfortable with my sexuality. I'm not ashamed of my body anymore. Especially since now I'm making money because of it.

These are from a movie that I just shot. I'll let you in on a little sneak peak. This movie won't be in stores until sometime next year. Sorry I don't have the movie to show you, but the company won't let me show it to you. They gave me these pictures to use if I wanted to promote the movie. I'll give you the low down on what happened. I'll try to remember the dialog the best that I can. I'm sure that I'll mess up here and there, but it's the best I can do.

My costars in this film are Candy and Peter. I've worked with them on a few movie sets in the past. I like to work with people that I know. That way I know I'm not going to catch something. You never know with some of these people I work with. They will fuck anything with a pulse. Me, I'm more careful who I have sex with. Both on film and off. I always make sure that my costars are always checked. They must show me the paper work first, that way I know they are clean. I've heard of a few people catching something on a movie set. That's not going to happen to me. Life is too short to loose it because of some sex.

I got on the set a few hours before the shoot. I like to get there early so I can take a shower and do my makeup. I like to do my own makeup, that way I can make myself look good. Some of these makeup artists don't know what the fuck they are doing. They don't know lip stick from eye shadow. I don't wear a lot of makeup as you can see, but I like a little. I think the right shade of lipstick really brings out the color in my face. I also like just a little eye color to bring out the color of my hair. I also like to take an enema before I do my work. I used to only use one if I planned on doing an anal sex scene. But, now I always do one. You never know when an accident can take place. I like to make sure things roll as smoothly as possible. I also like to give my pussy a quick shave in the shower. I like to make sure that my pussy is as smooth as possible. I think a hairless pussy looks the best on the screen.

“How are you doing today?” Peter asked as he walked into my dressing room.

“Not too bad. How about yourself?” I asked.

“Pretty good. I'm looking forward to working with you.” Peter said as he stood next to me.

I looked up at Peter and he was looking as good as he always does. I've heard that Peter is also bisexual, but I don't know for sure. That could explain why he always looks so good. His muscles are always toned before a shoot and is hair is perfect. I mean, look at his hair. There isn't a single hair on that man's head that is out of place. I wish I could find a man like him for a boyfriend. I have a woman in my life, but it isn't very serious. She is in the biz and we have been fooling around off and on for a few months. I think she is a hot piece of ass, but I don't know if she is serious dating material. She is a little wild for me. That's saying a lot. As you can see in these pictures, I'm not exactly a prude.

“Hello Candy,” I said as Candy walked into my dressing room.

“Looks like we had the same idea,” Candy said as she looked up at Peter.

“I guess so.” Peter said while raising one of his eye brows.

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I think I have finally met the man of my dreams. He is tall, good looking and has a great job. Not to mention, he loves to wear great smelling aftershave. I love a man who wears aftershave, it smells so clean and fresh. A good smelling man brings a smile to my face every time.

My boyfriend's name is Bob. He is thirty three years old, while I just turned thirty years old. I don't mind the fact that he is three years older than me. I have always liked older men. Usually older than Bob, but I think Bob is the man for me.

I cooked all day long. All fucking day long. You see, Bob's parents were coming over to my place for supper. Bob wanted me to meet his mom and dad. I said that I would love to meet them and suggested that they come over to my house for supper. I don't know if that was such a good idea. I had to spend all day long cooking. I made every damn thing from scratch. Even the pasta that we ate!

Bob's family is Italian, so I made Italian food. These are the type of Italians who don't eat any other kind of food. I don't know if they are foreigners or not, but I know they love their Italian food. Bob does too, but he likes other stuff too. Bob says that nothing I cook tastes bad. I don't know if he is being nice or what. I do cook a lot of different stuff for him. He seems to like the stuff that I cook for him.

This is what actually took place.

Bob and his parents come over. Supper was just about finished, so I wasn't too worried. I am the type of woman who worries about how people will accept her. I know that some parents can be picky. The last thing I need to do is piss off his parents.

“Sure smells good in here.” Bob's dad said.

“Thanks, the food will be done any minute now.” I said.

I went into the kitchen and I brought out the meal. I won't bore you with all of the details. We had pasta, grilled fish, and some side dishes. I don't cook Italian food too often, but I got these recipes online. I never knew there are so many Italian cooking sites on the Internet.

“This sauce is good.” Bob's mom said as she ate her pasta.

“Thank you.” I replied politely.

“Why don't you cook like this for me?” Bob's dad asked.

“I knew you would say that.” She said to Bob.

Everyone finished their pasta and I brought out the grilled fish. I grilled two whole fish, but I took off the heads. I can't stand looking at a fish head while I am eating. I don't know how people can eat when their food is looking at them!

“Damn, this fish is better than the pasta!” Bob's dad said as he ate the fish.

“Bob, I demand that you marry this woman right away!” Bob's dad said with a mouthful of fish.

I can tell that Bob must get his character from his mom. Don't get me wrong, Bob's dad seems like a nice guy, but he speaks up more than Bob does.

“It's a good thing that I am married, or I would ask you to marry me.” Bob's dad said to me.

“Oh, that is so nice of you to say.” I said while laughing.

I didn't know what the fuck to say. What was I suppose to say.

“Trust me Dan, she wouldn't want anything to do with you.” Bob's mom said laughing.

“Why do you say that?” Bob's dad said while eating.

“Most women don't want to wait a half hour to an hour for Viagra to kick in. When they want sex, they want sex. Not some limp noodle that functions when you are out of the mood.” Bob's mom said laughing.

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“Spread your legs.” Phil said as he put his hands on my legs.

“You really must want to fuck.” I said as I spread my legs.

“I've been horny all day.” Phil said as he stuck his dick inside my pussy.

Phil called me from his work this morning. Phil asked if he could come over and fuck while on his lunch break. I told him that I would love a dose of his cock at lunch time. I also made a lunch for him. That way he could eat something on the drive back to work.

“I can't believe how much I have been craving your pussy lately.” Phil said as he pounded away at my pussy.

“I have to say, I love these lunch time fucking sessions.” I said as he fucked me.

I'm not usually the horny type. I mean, I do love dick. But, I don't crave it like some women do. If I get laid once or twice a week, that is fine with me. But, I'm really getting into having sex with Phil on his lunch break. I don't know if it is all in my head, but I think it makes my days better. I mean, I feel happier on the days that he fucks me on his lunch break.

“This is my kind of lunch.” I said as I dug my finger nails into Phil's back.

“You're telling me. I wish I could take longer off for lunch!” Phil said as he continued to fuck me good and hard.

Phil and I have been together for about a year now. The sex is never dull. Let me tell you that much right now. I have never met a man who could always keep me sexually interested, but this guy does it for me. Maybe that is a sign that he is a keeper, I have no idea.

We talked about marriage a few times, but nothing too serious. Even though we are in our early 30's and never been married, we don't feel like there is a rush.

We have all the time in the world. If we are going to get married, it is just a piece of paper. We will still be together if we have that paper or not.

“Oh, it feels good when you rub my clit.” I moaned as he started to play with my clit.

“I've got to spice up lunch.” Phil said as he rubbed my clit.

“Believe me, that dick of yours is all the spice I need!” I said as I kissed Phil on the neck.

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Will slid his hand down my pants. He went straight to my pussy. Will wasn't going to waste any time. My pussy was wet and he knew it. After all, he is the one who made me wet.

“You're so fucking wet.” Will said as he took his hand out of my panties.

Will took his finger and put it to his nose. He took a big whiff of his finger and then smiled.

“Smells damn good.” Will said as he put his finger in his mouth.

“Tastes damn good too.” He said with a smile.

I was turned on. There is no denying that. The problem was, Will had a girlfriend. Not only that, but we were laying in a corn field. How the fuck did we end up in a corn field? Well, that is a story that I will tell you about.

I met will over at his house to pick up a saw. I called him on the phone and asked if he had a saw I could barrow. Actually, it was a chain saw that I needed. I wanted to cut down a tree that was in my yard. I got sick and tired of looking at it. Not only that, but it is fall soon it will be cold. I figured that I could get rid of that damn ugly tree and use it for firewood. I don't know how long it takes to season wood, but I figured I could always use it next year if it wasn't dry enough.

I went over to Will's to pick up the chain saw. He asked if I would like to stay for supper. I'm not the type of person who will turn down free food, so I told him that I would stay and have something to eat. We ate soup beans with ham.

Will also had some corn bread. When I was a kid, this is what we ate when we didn't have much money. This was one of those meals that you could cook for next to nothing. A big pot of beans and ham might cost less than a dollar or two. Back in those days a bag of beans cost around twenty cents or something like that. For a big pound bag that is.

We ate the food and talked a bit. Will said that his girlfriend was out of town. That's why he was eating the soup beans with ham. He said that it was one of the few things he knows how to cook. I'm not sure if you could actually call that cooking. It's not too hard to put beans in a pot and throw some ham into it. But, I guess it can be called supper.

Okay, I'll cut to the chase. I don't think you really care about all of this stuff. All you care about is how we got in the corn field and all that stuff. I'm sure it would bore you to talk about how I helped him do the dishes. So, I won't go in to detail about that.

We went outside to play fetch with the dog. It was Will's idea. Will said that he taught the dog how to fetch and bring it back. Will threw the ball really far and it went into the corn field. The ball got lost and the dog couldn't find it. So, we went into the corn field to find it.

So, we go into the corn field to find it. We walked around for a half hour and by that time it was dark. Here is what took place:

It was dark and I couldn't see anything. I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face. I wanted to get out of there, but I wasn't sure which way was out. So, I started walking quickly in whatever direction that I was in. I figured that I would either go back to Will's house, or end up at the end of the field. Either way, I would be safe.

I ran into Will, I mean I ran into Will!

“Did I just feel a boob hit me on the arm?” Will asked.

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Even though I haven't mentioned it, Angie and I have a fling going on. Even though we are friends, we have sex. I would say that we are more than friends, but I think she is in denial. She likes women, but she doesn't admit it to her friends and family. Only to the chicks she has sex with. Which of course, they know that she is into chicks. I won't bore you with everything that I did from the time I got the clothes till the time I got on the ship. Nothing really happened, other than me working all the time. I did have a flat tire on my way home from work, but that was far from exciting. I got all dirty changing the tire, but that's about it. Angie and I had lunch a few times together to talk about what we wanted to do on the trip.

We were on the boat for a few days before we got to walk around on land. The cruise was scheduled for a total of ten days. For a few of those days, we were docked at port and were allowed to walk around. Angie and I went to many different places. I've never eaten so much good food in my life! It was easy to spot the people from the cruise ship on land. They all looked around with big eyes and smiles on their faces. I even got to eat some lobster. The radio station gave each of us some spending money. That's why I was eating high off the hog. I ate lobster and it was damn good. I wish I could eat like this more often. Though if I did, I would probably end up having hips the size of a of a station wagon!

On one of our journey's through the port city, we met the captain. Angie kept saying how cute she thought he was, when we were on the ship. I told her she ask him to come back to our room, but she was too shy. I would have asked him, but I never had the chance to. We were never alone. Being the captain of the ship, he couldn't go to the bar and have a few drinks. I kept thinking that maybe he would come down and talk to the passengers, you know, shoot the shit with all of us. But, he didn't. I expect that he has a lot to deal with when the ship is at sea. I think that would be the greatest job ever. To be able to captain a boat that goes to all of these beautiful places. I think I would love a job like that so much, I would pay them to let me do it!

“How are you doing today Captain?” I asked as we walked up to him.

“Enjoying the days off. How about you two ladies?” The captain asked as he tipped his big white hat at us.

“We'd be better if you came back to our room,” I said as I giggled like a schoolgirl.

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“I've thought about it.” I said as I inched my way closer to Dave.

Dave slid his arm under my neck and we looked deep into the sky. I love laying on the ground and looking at the night sky. There is something about the stars that is so romantic. I haven't been able to figure out what, but I guess I don't have to. It is one of those things that you don't have to understand. Kind of like how milk can turn into ice cream. I guess all I need to know is that ice cream tastes good.

“What do you think is out there?” Dave asked.

“Probably a bunch of stuff that we can only dream about.” I said.

“You don't think we will ever go into outer space?” He asked.

“I don't know. I have never really thought about it.” I said.

“You have never thought of what it would be like to walk around on the moon?” Dave asked shocked.

“Not really. I would rather enjoy it's beauty instead of walking around on it.” I said.

I rolled over and kissed Dave on the cheek. I don't know what I was feeling, but I had a gush off affection that went through me. I'm sure you know what I am talking about. One of those moments where you just want to give someone a kiss.

“What was that for?” Dave asked surprised after I kissed him.

“Do I have to have a reason to kiss you?” I asked.

“No. That just took me by surprise.” Dave said right before he gave me a kiss on the cheek.

It was one of those moments that was strange. The night air was so quite. Nothing was going on. Out here in the country, there isn't much going on at night. Not much going on during the day for that matter.

I wanted to have sex, but I didn't want to. I didn't know what I wanted to do. Soon it would be cold outside and we won't be able to do these kinds of things anymore. That is what made me feel bad about not wanting to have sex. I knew that soon, we wouldn't be able to do it outside anymore.

“Do you think there is life on those planets out there?” Dave asked as he pointed to the sky.

“Maybe, maybe there are several planets with people on them.” I said after pausing to think.

“You think they look like us?” He asked.

“I don't know. But if they invade earth, I hope they have big cocks.” I said.

“What?” Dave asked stunned.

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We must have stood in our living room for a minute or two without saying a word. I was so shocked to see him, that I didn't know what to say. I knew that he would be coming home, but it is still shocking to see him after being gone for so long. Tim looked good, maybe a little tired. Sometimes he gains a few pounds when he is away like this. That restaurant food out there isn't good for him. But, Tim says that he has no choice. He can't cook inside his hotel room. I know that is true, but he could choose healthier things to eat. The last thing I need is to have him have a heart attack. I don't know what I would do without him.

“Are you going to stand there and look at me or are you going to give me a kiss?” Tim asked with a smile.

I walked over to Tim and gave him a little peck on the lips.

“You are going to give me more than that aren't you?” Tim asked as he looked down at me.

“How bad do you want it?” I asked teasing him.

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A cold rush of air conditioned air hit me in the face. It actually made me feel dizzy for a moment or two. I hate how stores always blow cold air in your face when you walk in the door. I guess it is mainly the older stores. Most of the new places doesn't do that anymore. I don't know, but I know you know what I am talking about.

“I've got some bad news.” My boyfriend Chuck said looking at me.

“What is wrong?” I said concerned.

“Someone called off work. I have to stay here longer.” Chuck said as he looked at the floor.

“How much longer?” I asked.

“I don't know. I guess I will have to be here until we close.” Chuck said discouraged.

“You mean you will have to work another eight hours?” I asked.

“Yes, plus probably another half hour to do paper work.” Chuck said while shaking his head.

This was all I fucking needed. I don't know why, but it rubbed me the wrong way. Maybe it was because I wanted some time alone with him. My pussy was aching for some action. Action that I now know that I wouldn't be getting today.

“I am hungry as fuck.” Chuck said as he looked around.

“Anything here to eat?” I said as I looked around.

Chuck worked in a small gas station that also had a store. It was a small store, but it had all of the things gas stations usually have. Most of the stuff is over priced and old. At least that is how the coffee is. I think they must make it early in the morning and serve it all day long. If you get to close to the pot, you smell burnt coffee like you never smelled before. It stinks!

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“Mind if I go to the bathroom while you are working in here?” Alice asked as I moped the floor.

“No, go right ahead.” I said as I moped the floor.

Their bathroom is fucking huge. It reminds me of the bathroom from my old job. I don't know why people would want such a big bathroom. I guess when you can hire someone to clean it for you, it doesn't matter how big it is. As I moped the floor, I could hear Alice's urine splash inside the toilet. The sound actually made me sick to my stomach. I have never liked bodily functions. I am not the type of person who can go to the bathroom with someone else in the room. I can use a public bathroom, only if the stalls have doors that close.

“Oh sorry,” Darren said as he opened the bathroom door.

“Don't worry honey, I'm just finishing up.” Alice said as I listened to the trickling sound get more and more faint.

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What am I talking about? Well, I live with two men. I have two boyfriends. I know, deep down inside it is your dream. All women really want to be loved by more than one man. Admit it, the more men that drool over you, the happier you are. Why do you dress sexy and go out drinking? Because you know men will go crazy over you. You read that right, I said men not a man. You want several men to drool over you and pay attention to you. The only difference for me is, I live with these guys.

I will probably blow your mind again. Both guys sleep in the same bed with me. No, they aren't gay. They don't even like to look at each other naked. I'm not into those butt fucking types of men. Believe me, I want to be the only queen in the house. If you know what I mean.

I like big strong guys. The kind of guys who lift stuff for you when you need something lifted. You know, like when you need to have the couch moved or the refrigerator moved. Both of them work out every day of the week. If they didn't, they wouldn't be my men.

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