Form a Chat Group: Form a chat group with other community members and make it spicy. Allow your significant other to participate or just watch the chat. We recommend our VIP chatroom. She should've seen this coming. She was astounded and angry all at once. "What makes you think I am moving home? Nothing has changed. I still want a divorce." What makes you think I really want this divorce? I am not the one who left. I loved you six months ago when you walked that door and I love you now."

I can remember two customers that it was always awkward to deliver to. One was a lady so fat that she couldn’t breathe without making a rasping noise. Most of the time she was sleeping on the couch when I arrived, and sometimes I had to enter her house to wake her up because she was such a heavy sleeper. The worst part, though, was that she never wore anything more then her underwear. I avoided looking anywhere near her when I could. I can’t stop thinking about my older cousin. I hope I see him at the family reunion. Every time we run into each other it’s like we were never apart even though we are both married with children. He always initiates and can’t keep his hands off me when we are alone. The last time we saw each other there were so many stollen moments. Starting out with him sitting between me and his wife Nicole at dinner. In my first month delivering pizzas as an awkward teenager in suburban San Diego, I pulled up to a house and got out, toting 5 pizzas to the door of a very unassuming house. As I approached the door, I could see someone turn off the lights to the front room and I got a bit scared. I had heard the stories of drivers getting jumped and robbed of their tip money so instantly my mind goes to that. I walk slowly to the door and ring the bell. After a few seconds I hear somebody behind the door ask, “How old are you?” I answered, “Pizza Hut…” Then I heard some muffled laughing. The woman again asks, “How OLD are you?” Reluctantly, I answer, “eighteen?” The door opens slowly and a woman is standing there completely naked with her hands outstretched. My jaw must have hit the ground. Then a flash of light from a camera behind her and a room full of guys bursts into laughter. Turns out it was a bachelor party. I got a good laugh but never did see the pic that was taken. 2. And this is what happens when a drunken man confuses the pizza delivery guy with a taxi.God, he didn't want to hear this. He should've been there. Yet, she wanted to keep him at arm's length. "Well, you will have to keep me up on your progress." Looks like tomorrow, I am going to have to drive down to Houston." She said later when she called her best friend, Jill. Jill Baker had been Charlotte's friend for twenty years. They had almost a life time together. Jill was by her side when she had decided to leave Alex six months ago. She must not have heard Charlotte come in. She looked startled as she turned around. "I'm sorry. I didn't hear you. Sure. I was almost done any way." She could see in Charlotte's eyes that something was amiss. "What's the matter, dear? Come sit down."

Thank you for the invitation, but I think I will go ahead and stay home. I have to get used to being alone, right?" You never include me in your life, Alex. I am here at home waiting till all hours of the day, waiting to catch a small glimpse of my husband. That isn't right." The other night she didn’t hesitate for a moment, and her words were loud and clear enough for all to hear. Halfway through, I pulled her up, still in the foyer, and had her take her dress off. I like to think she forgot about work instantly, although in truth it might have taken the applause to really bring her to the present. She turned the corner as I moved to the kitchen, and my guests smiled and clapped as she blushed the nicest shade of red. I am getting out. You are never home. I rarely see you any more," Charlotte said with tears in her eyes. Another time Me and a female was walking my dog in a nice, well to do residential area. Barely any street lighting. There was this house with no front garden or porch, just front door on to the street.The sex club my husband and I decided to patronize was well known, and drew people from all over the country based on its reputation, full bar (most sex clubs are BYOB), and comfortable, upscale amenities. The guy opens the door and there are about 15 men in the apartment and he says I should come in and put them down on the table. Now, I know better than to just enter people’s houses but this table was right near the door and there was no way I was going to be able to take the cash with three pizza bags draped over my arms so I take one step towards the table and hear the door slam shut behind me. Have an Encounter: Post a photo/video of you having a digital play session on messaging or video apps with somebody you trust but is not Hubby. The session must include masturbation at a minimum. Well for starters, I am from Austin. I have lived around these parts only for a short time. I was looking for work when I ran into Mr. Alex. He offered me this job."