Night Out Ch. 02: Good Morning

She sighed as she leaned on the counter, her mind drifting as she absent-mindedly mixed her favorite drink. It had been a stressful week and all she wanted now was to relax, enjoy her weekend and her man. She'd been pushing hard to finish the project at work, and her constant worries about completing it to her exacting standards has been weighing her down. She knew she was a perfectionist, but that's the way she'd always been, and it has served her well so far, 2 promotions within 2 years and she was climbing the ladder fast. She had been pushing so hard, she did worry that he was feeling neglected, and that brought a frown to her delicate features. But that small frown disappeared as she realized he'd be walking in the door soon. The sound of his diesel truck pulling in the driveway a welcome respite from the weariness weighing on her. Catching a whiff of his scent, the sweat, aftershave and musk of a hard day's work pouring off of him stirs a longing in her as h

"Bitch what you need to do is get a life! Shanda, you are not the first woman to be divorced with kids and you won't be the last. I bet Chad somewhere laying some dick down while you all up here working and taking care of grown ass kids letting your last good years pass you up on some Ms. Independent shit. Girl I keep tellin' yo ass you ain't got to fall in love with these men just get you a boo, get the dick, and move around just like they do us. Period!" I roll my eyes at the phone. I have heard this line from my best friend Renata at least once a month since my divorce was finalized four years ago. "Fuck I wish my sorry ass baby daddy could scoop Aiden up, shit bitch I would ball the fuck out, straight cut the fuck up in these people streets. Shit I wouldn't know how to act." "Bitch really, you do that now," I laughed. "True, true girl a bitch gotta live. You know my motto: YO fucking LO!" My name is Shanda Carson. I am a 35-

When he opened the door, there wasn't much talking. We both knew why I was there. He lives in a small subdivision in the middle of nowhere, built around a lake away from town. The houses out there are modest, but his had a nice view of the lake. As soon as I walked in, I reached out and rubbed his cock. He was wearing all black. Black panties, black bra and black stockings. He groaned as i felt his cock, and started to stiffen as soon as I touched him. He was ready for action. I said, "Let's go.", and he led me to the bathroom. He knelt in the shower and looked greedily at me, waiting for me to undress. I kicked off my shoes and then pulled my shirt over my head. I buttoned my jeans and pulled them down and off, tossing them to the side. I hadn't bothered with underwear because I knew what was going to happen. He's a big guy, stout. Probably 5-9 or so, and around 200 pounds, and in his early 50s. Shaved head, potbelly. His cock wasn't big, maybe 5 inches

Hi everyone, it's Brie, your favorite Pizza delivery person. I hope you remember me and enjoyed my ongoing adventures in my Pizza with a twist series. I enjoyed sharing all the crazy antics that went on in the Pizza shop with you. So, this time I thought I might share a few of my crazy days that occurred either outside of the shop or were a result of my job that weren't covered in my other series. One such adventure occurred about 3 weeks after I started working at the shop, just after the July holiday. Jimmy J and I were ready to start our shift when Sal, our Counter Manager, asked us to run a delivery that was outside of our normal route. The address of the order actually belonged to Timmy, one of the other drivers, but he was late as usual. You might remember Timmy, he believed that being 9 minutes late was arriving exactly on time. Every day. It was to an area on the outskirts of Middleton. It seemed very quiet and secluded with plenty of space between the houses. I could

Disclaimer: This story is original and involves characters all above 21 years of age. It is entirely fictional and is not meant to represent anyone either real or fictional. Please feel free to send feedback as this is my first attempt. The story is based on the first person narrative of a fictional character named Sammie. Sammie Returns to the Clinic A few days later while you were just laying in bed wondering what you were going to make yourself for breakfast your phone rang. "Hello? Sammie speaking." The voice on the other line said without emotion, "Dr Petrova needs to see you back at the clinic this afternoon. She will give you your results then. One instruction she wants me to give you. You are only to drink water today. No other food or drink. We will see you at the clinic at 4 o'clock sharp. Good-Day." With that she hung up. You recognized the voice of the office assistant. You caught yourself remembering the way she walked away in that leather skirt t

The chill of the morning brushed against her cheek; Evy began to stir despite the wild night from before. Her stomach began to whisper its hunger; the need to use the bathroom tickled at the back of her mind. The warmth and coziness from being in bed made her not want to leave until she found herself searching more for its source. Rolling over, Evy reached until her hands made contact with skin. A body. The flashbacks from the night crashed into focus as the grogginess and sleep began to leave her. Her wondering eyes peeked from under the covers as her leg brushed against his. The moment of contact sent a tingle down her spine, reminding her of the night with him. Evy gasped at this stranger in her bed, unsure of how to carry on. He didn't make any moves to leave that night, and in truth, she didn't want him to go. But should she wake him up? Or leave him alone to wake up in an unfamiliar room. Inhaling deeply, replaying the night, Evy chewed her lip knowing they were up late.