Dawg, WildMan and Bull get me to go out and work with them in the oilfield to help them catch up. I wrote this short story about it all. Only talk of sex and those horrid things Dawg made. They wanted me to gauge tanks in a dress. To cold for that.
This is one of a series of papers presented for scholars of pre-Conquest indigenous cultures and ceremonies in the Americas. The events chronicled herein are at significant variance from other sources and contemporary reports. Accordingly, the document's very explicit, even lurid, descriptions of the activities accompanying the sacrifice must be regarded, pending further study, as unproven. NOTE: This is an excerpt from my novel, Promise, also posted here on SOL.
Jesse's itch was under her leg cast and she couldn't reach it no matter how hard she tried. So she decides to scratch her other itch in the hope it would distract her from the terrible discomfort.
Watersports (urine play) enhances Ella and Phil's long marriage. Their son Dan, 16, catches them in their backyard; he orders, "Bitch! Take MY piss, too." Later daughter-in-law Lisa discovers them enjoying another wet 3-some outside. She's shocked, and pissed, and pisses on Ella. Lisa orders her husband (Dan's brother Tim) to plow his mom while she's blowing Phil and screwing BIL Dan. It's family fun, but there's more! Siblings. Girlfriends. The "Fountain Club?"
Sometimes even the most respectable of Certified Nurses get into shocking circumstances in the middle of a boring night shift when time seems to pass so slowly.