“How many times do you think we've fucked?” asked Millie. She and Jon sat alone at the café. The two friends/ex-lovers were sharing a quiet moment two days ahead of Millie's wedding to Stuart. As Jon sat with his friend, he was both jealous and in awe of...
Second cousin, twice removed. Tongue-tied and suffering at the proceeding's periphery. All gawky indifference, sharp elbows, and protruding collar bones. Decked out in bridesmaid's boutique; a vision of bows, flounces, and rustling apricot satin. Murmured...
I’m an asshole, always been one and always will be. I got where I am because I take no prisoners, do business the hard and honest way, and am respected for it but, most of my clients will agree with the afore statement. My brand management company was bui...
Author’s Note: This story was written a few years back under a different pseudonym on a different site. I went back and revamped it a bit. I hope you enjoy it; this story was inspired by a picture I saw of a woman wearing her wedding gown and getting fuck...
“Man, that is nice,” Todd muttered to his cousin Steve as they watched the bridesmaid bend down to set the armload of presents she was carrying in the trunk of Brad’s car. Todd had been paired with her in the wedding party, and had danced with her quite a...
