A “Hot Rags” story
Harry wanders into “Hot Rags” and, when Nikki offers him tea, seems unable to resist telling her his problems. He had noticed that his wife had become very aggressive about…[...]
Read MoreHarry wanders into “Hot Rags” and, when Nikki offers him tea, seems unable to resist telling her his problems. He had noticed that his wife had become very aggressive about…[...]
Read MoreI grew up in what would most likely be called a disadvantaged home. My father was a laborer and my mother was a house keeper. You see, were came to…[...]
Read More“Ms. Thomas?” I was stopped at the gate into the club community where the Cornell’s lived. “Yes, sir.” He smiled. “I’m not sir … just Al.” Al was probably in…[...]
Read MoreTraffic slowed to a crawl in the afternoon rush, as the unforgiving sun slowly roasted the pedestrians scurrying to their appointed rounds. Air conditioning is good. It was a bitter…[...]
Read MoreMy wife, Annie, was brought up in a strict home, and hadn’t even been French-kissed until our first date in college. She was a virgin on our wedding night, and…[...]
Read MoreWhen I got back to my apartment from work the next day, I powered up my laptop and checked my personal mail account. Wow, there it was! Really? One day?…[...]
Read MoreShe sips her tepid coffee and reads the newspaper, trying to decide what to do after the bills are paid and some sort of dinner is prepared. The house echoes…[...]
Read MoreUp until a few hours ago she dressed like a nun. Now she was sitting in a public place displaying her body on demand to acquaintances and strangers alike. She…[...]
Read MoreI waited until my cock had gone soft in Gwen’s mouth. Then I pushed her face away. I held her head up with my fingers on her chin and I…[...]
Read MoreI said nothing. She hesitated a little longer and then turned and opened the front door. She stood just inside the door for a moment and looked outside. It was…[...]
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