Never Say it Coming
You walk into the hotel room very happy to finally see me, a quick kiss at the door (gotta get it closed in case there is even a remote chance that someone is in the hall and might recognize you) and you walk past me into the room… hearing the door close behind you, you begin to turn around anticipating my arms around you and some serious kissing right there by the door.
Working Girl
This is a story about my first marriage in 1985. Desiree, my wife and I were both students at North Dakota State when we met. I was a junior, and she was a freshman. While I was a city boy (Fargo) she came from a tiny farming community in the western end of the state. At 21, Desiree was 5′ 3″, natural blonde (everywhere), very muscular, pert 34B boobs and when she smiled she had wonderful dimples. A real knockout lady.
Online affair.
Four of us worked in the call center for the bank, all of us guys. We’re a pretty tight group, and since it’s a small local bank, we don’t get all that much work. We generally just sit around, bullshit, and fight over who gets to go on calls in the rare occasion that there [...]