Jan's 1st Blacking In Jamaica Pt. 05

Authors note: All Fictional Charters are adults over 18. My four Cougars -- Chapter one. The courtroom was very somber and quiet. My soon to be Ex-Wife was on one side with her Attorney, and me on the other, alone. It was an old building, the floors creaked and the only sounds were distant echoes. I shuffled in my wooden chair, bracing myself for the inevitable. Six months ago, I was fired from my job so they could hire someone younger and cheaper. They said it was due to lack of performance, but I knew better. I was pretty bummed out about it because I had no job skills and my job future wasn't that bright. I put my tail between my legs and went home. When I arrived at my house, I saw a strange car in my driveway, it was mid-afternoon and I had no idea who it could be. And even more puzzling was that my wife's car was in the driveway as well. It was strange for her to be home that time of the day as well. When I opened the front door I heard my wife and at least two strange

Manu and I would like to thank all the authors who submitted during the month, and all the other months for that matter! We've tallied the reader's votes, and are happy to announce the winners of January 2021's Reader's Choice Awards. First Place ($150 Cash Prize Winner):Hero Worship Pt. 06 by JCMcNeillySecond Place ($100 Cash Prize Winner):The Future Is in the Air Ch. 04 by WillDevoThird Place ($75 Cash Prize Winner):Asshole by DrHenderson Around the middle of every month, we tally up the votes from stories submitted during the previous month. The story in each category the best voting score compared to all other stories with fifty (50) or more votes submitted that month is automatically eligible for the 2021 Literotica Author Awards voting. At the end of the year, we will have 12 nominees in each category. The 4 stories in each category with the best voting scores at the end of the year will go on to the final voting. One will be selected in each category as the top

I hit the speed bump at least ten miles an hour over the speed limit. The Jeep objected to my rough handling, bouncing hard, and I heard a nasty scrape as my exhaust battered off the highest point of the hump. I winced, but I was late -- really late. I swung into my street and, seeing no nosey neighbors out in their front gardens, floored it until my house came into view. His car was in my driveway. It had probably been there a while. My phone had beeped at least three times, but I hadn't had the courage to look and see if it was Sir. It wasn't like his displeasure could make me go any faster. And it wasn't my fault that some moron had dumped their load on the highway and trapped us all for over an hour. I pulled into the second space in the drive as quickly as I dared. I had the engine off and had yanked up my handbag in the space of a heartbeat, flinging myself out the door and around Sir's car to the front porch, where he was waiting for me, an overnight suitcase a

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