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'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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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'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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