This fucking job at the adventure ranch sucks. I was only supposed to be a summer job to stop me getting bored. I am bored shitless. My marriage had been on the rocks for a while, and sex with my boss was a refreshing change from my hubby. Now I don't want to be in this unproductive relationship with my boss. I have this feeling of nothingness since the loss...
Chapter 9: Wood For Sheep January is my favourite time to work. It's so quiet while everybody else is off on holiday, and I can get stuff done without constant distraction. It was especially welcome the year we joined Preussler-Kennedy, giving me the chance to settle into the new office without having to deal with all the new people at the same time. Chan...
Author's notes: Sorry it has taken me so long to post something new. After months of tearing out my flooded kitchen, I was finally able to sneak into to my office and get some writing done. To get this posted before the next big project comes up, I haven't been able to send it to my usual editors for clean up. Only my loving wife has edited this. So, if ther...
The new day was exceedingly moist. It was one of those intense steamy weeks in August with intermittent rain separated by hours upon hours of dense heat and humidity. The kind of weather that permanently wore down the insides of all air conditioners that kept the city by the river barely functioning under the intense dampness. A curtain of early morning fog...
Bethel: The Initiation A rich girl uses lesbian sex for a favor and discovers that she likes it. Yesterday, I got a letter from the college demanding that I appear before the school's disciplinary committee in two weeks. This time I hadn't done anything wrong. At least not too wrong. I met with some friends at a local bar. One of the girls got drunk and I...
Chapter 1 Welcome to College Dawson watched as the green campus of Jameson University rolled by. She gazed in awe and excitement at the old stone buildings and beautiful lawns where students were already flocking on this first day of registration. The car pulled up to the front building and Dawson got out, looking around at her new home for the next four y...
I love my cousin Kelly for introducing me to my first lesbian experience as an inexperienced eighteen year old girl. * Funny how some memories still manage to make an impact on a person and even cause a physical reaction just thinking and writing about them. I remember the first time I was with another female and I guess that was the point at which I disc...
I watched as the lonely Beamer quietly rolled off to town. Damn! I had this night planned down to a T: 1. Hire Cheryl my faithful sitter for the night. 2. Go to a nice dinner. 3. Make a meal out of the apt but clueless Michael Lipton. Goddamn it I'm horny tonight. Why in the hell did he have to work this night! It's late for Christ's sake. I'm an attract...
(The characters in this story are all fictional and have no connection with any person living or dead.) Lindsey's face was so close to mine in the hug -- I realized I didn't mind her acne at all. It was just part of her wholeness. I smiled too and said, as we parted by briefly holding hands, "Next week, Top Dog, my place, OK?" "Wouldn't miss it," she sai...
"Do you trust me?" Those were the last words she told me before she lifted my arms over my head and bound my wrists to the headboard of the sleigh bed with a silk scarf. Before she slipped the blindfold over my eyes, allowing me to only see the dim light peeking through its edges. That was ten minutes ago. All I could do was wait. I had no idea what was i...