Before I tell you about the next thing that happened to me at the pool where I started to work (you can read about the first thing in Marianne Eats Troy), I should remind you that I'm real and the pool is real so if you want to know anything more about what happened, just ask in comments, and I'll get back to you. Anyway, it was my second week at work and I was still buzzing from my first-day encounter with Troy, the hot...

I had finally made the interior plan for renovating Harri. He had begun to carry out my plan and some of the old wallpaper had already been stripped off the walls and the surfaces smoothed. Now it was time for painting. The living room was already being redecorated, so Harri had moved the Dominatrix supplies mattress and other things to the large bedroom. He had a normal bed, of course, but he thought a mattress on the fl...

It started as a joke because of him. He called many times a day after our first online sex, horny and always wanting more. I showed him my pics and vids — my ass being pounded doggy style by H, my boobs grabbed with H’s choking hand, my moaning as my climax rose, and many dirty acts. “Have you heard of ahegao?” he asked one day. “Ahe what? What’s that?” “A Japanese word. Face during sex.” So, I googled it. The faces were...

The bathroom is warm, mist curling into every corner as the hot water pours over me. I stand beneath the spray, my forehead pressed lightly to the cool tile as the water trickles down my spine, washing away the sweat and morning chill. Yet no amount of heat can dissolve the memory of last night. Vivica. The Admiral. Me. I close my eyes, letting the images drift through my mind—Vivica’s hands on me, soft and confident; the...

A hot summers night at my local laundromat, it’s a 24 hour type, it was the same as always, my manager puts me in the over-night shift, its easy very few if any people are wired enough, or even awake to clean clothes at this time. "You got this Leo, just keep your eyes peeled for any riff-raff, and don't forget to restock the change machine," my manager, Janice, her words echoing in my head as she leaves until tomorrow. T...

I was 18 years old when I went to work for her that summer. I had graduated from high school but did not have the desire to attend college right away, so my dad sent me to the middle of bum-fuck Oklahoma to help the wife of his best friend who had died a couple of years prior. She had a small farm 45 minutes outside of Tulsa and for a kid who lived in the suburbs all his life, the culture shock was real. However, my dad h...