April's Fool

Getting photo copies of document is tedious gig in the village. One has to take a rickety shuttle to a nearby town, where there is one-stop shop for all the printing and copying needs, provided there's electricity at the time. Today, Jini visits the shop. She likes coming to the town. Friendly faces and a variety of foods. At the shop Jini is waiting for her documents' turn. There's always a queue at the the Xerox shop, full efficiency. While waiting she notices a pair of guys sitting on a computer. Two desktops were a recent addition to the shop, computers being still a rare site in the village. Upon closer inspection, she sees these guys manipulating the contents on the screen by moving their hands on the desk. Pictures appear on this machine surely at the click of the buttons. She is fascinated by this new device. Jini is beyond impressed. She spends the next few days dreaming about it; the possibilities, the permutations. She wants to know more. ---- Jini joins a comp

I smiled to myself as your name flashed on the screen of my phone. I glance around quickly to see if anyone's looking before opening your message. My jaw dropped at the picture you'd surprised me with... a reward you said, for being a good girl. It was a glimpse of your thick cock, nestled in your dark pubic hair... I felt my mouth water at the thought of wrapping my lips around it. It looked amazing and it wasn't even hard, I could only imagine how good it would look then... I felt my skin flush with excitement, a familiar heat spreading through my core. This was the first glimpse of you that you'd given me, and I certainly wasn't disappointed. As the day wore on, my mind kept drifting back to the picture of your cock, imagining how it would feel in my hand... my mouth... my ass... It was difficult to concentrate on anything else that I tried to do. After dinner, I ran myself a cold shower, trying to cool the heat building inside me. I soaped myself up, paying ex

Chapter Twelve Three more days go by. Colt played a fantastic show on Friday night with the Drunk Wizards. Marc isn't there for the performance and that feels strange to him. He could swear that he sees two of the men he'd seen at Amnesia there though. It had been dark at the warehouse club so it's hard to be sure and there was no way he was going to approach them after the show without Marc there. Saturday he went into town and used some of Marc's money to buy them both a new bedroom set. It isn't something that's just for him, but it also isn't an item that he was told to buy. Something about the way Marc had said 'our bed' on the phone the other day made Colt think of it. Sunday he goes to church and then comes back home. He spends the day setting up the new bedroom furniture and putting the new comforter and pillows on the bed. He fills the drawers of the end tables and the bureaus with his and Marc's things. Moving things around, he finds

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Authors note: This is a slow burn story, and will be in multiple parts. It is also my first story and I'd love to hear any feedback! * Chapter One I stared furiously at the blank page in front of me, catching sight of my furrowed brow on the screen. I rubbed my forehead, my mothers warnings about wrinkles echoing in my ears. This man would be the death of me. It had been a month since I'd started my sessions with Will, and I had nothing more than a handful of notes to add to his pitiful file. He refused to engage, and would shrug nonchalantly at the mere suggestion of a meaningful conversation. It was like he wanted to torture me, as if he knew how desperately I needed to peer into his mind and just...understand. I needed to understand how perfect Will Cunningham with his perfect education, perfect life, perfect trust fund could have so easily slaughtered his perfect father. I'd had better conversation from one of my other clients, a nine year old selective mute accuse

(This story is a prequel to The Wedding stories. The characters are the same, yet the story is written from a different perspective) My name is Cynthia Preston. I live in Pittsburgh, PA. In four weeks I'm getting married to a wonderful guy named Kevon Simpson. He's everything any woman could want. He's handsome. He's smart. He has a good job and a nice car. His tastefully decorated (by me) apartment overlooks a lake. He ain't no slouch in bed. I can't tell you the number of women I had to fight off in order to hook him. I got game. I also have three other lovers stationed in various cities around the United States--one in Seattle, one in Detroit, and one in Las Vegas. Don't get it twisted. I ain't no ho. Rather, I have a biological imperative that compels me to sample different men with different qualities. The men know nothing of each other. I'm fairly sure that each of them has a woman stationed in different cities that satisfies their biological

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