Peeping Jane: Part 2

He pulls his hard dick out through the slit of his boxer briefs, stroking it slowly as he watches the two girls. I take a long drag, filling my lungs with minty smoke, and squat down for a more comfortable view. Leaving the cigarette pressed between my lips, I pull off Christina’s jean jacket and spread…

Eat Pussy Like a Fat Kid Eats Cake

After making out on my bed for what seems like an eternity, my thespian asks, “Do you always kiss like that?” Taken back, chunks of shaky silent stumbles out of my mouth between words, “Yeah. No? I don’t know.” How drunk am I?  Until I blurt, “Why?” in the bitchiest tone I know. “I can tell you’re…

Water Cooler Talk

He is just inches away but for all the good it will do us here he might as well be the voice on the telephone intercom. His arms lift towards the ceiling as he stretches in the black faux leather office chair. Our coworkers surrounding the table seem as buoyant for this meeting as bowling…