Your erotic stories

"Now, listen," he said to me, in a very serious tone of voice. "I'm in and out of town a lot in my business, so I'm relying on you to use your best judgment when it comes to construction details. Anything else, my wife can probably handle, or she can contact me." I shook his hand and said, "That's why you hired me. I'll make sure it's built right. You just make sure the check doesn't bounce!"

read more

My name is Emma. I was born and grew up just outside of Buffalo New York. My father worked very hard in a plant thirteen hours a day that smelted iron ore that was brought in off of the great lakes. My mother had her hands full with my seven siblings and me. I was the eldest and had just turned eighteen in 1877 when the widowed butcher of our town that was in his late thirties asked for my hand in marriage.

read more