***This might be of interest: For readers of my other stories, His Sister's Tutor and Choice Matters, this actually can be considered kind of a precursor to them which I had written many, many years before. I had lost the floppy disk this was stored on and by some elaborate circumstance, I stumbled upon it again recently. It might be hard to see but there ar...
My wife Penny and I got involved with a startup company. We had invested in this new venture with one of her brothers and some of his friends. The new product had started to take shape and things were picking up. To get established in the marketplace, we had to attend a convention in Las Vegas to show our product to the different vendors and distributors. Th...
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CHAPTER 1 Friends and family thought it funny. And strange. They still do. But we loved that peaceful North Wales coastal resort and had been taking our breaks here since we married 22 years before. It had a lot to offer us. For me it was the hill walking nearby and great stretches of shoreline to run to my heart's content. For Kate my wife, there wa...
Gents, ladies, we've got a lot to cover, so let's get to it. Enjoy! 6 Days Earlier They all stood dumbfounded for a few moments, staring at Granny and her wad of cash. Jason broke the silence. "Granny," he said, "where did you get all that money?" "I surmised that it would be useful to our situation," Granny said, "and so I procured it. But I can return...
Aunt Jane had left for work by the time that I got back to her home after my night with my first client, Kay the executive banker. I called her at work and on the phone, she implored me to give her details, to tell her how the night had gone. I stalled Aunt Jane, telling her that I would do that when next I saw her face to face. Jane wasn't happy, but she fi...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: For sheer fun and unbridled eroticism, it's hard to beat the Forum section in Penthouse magazine, where readers write in to describe their sexual activities. I've always suspected that a lot of those letters are nothing more than fantasy and wishful thinking, but they're still awfully hot, especially late at night when you're home alone. This...
Walking home from the beach, Keith had a pretty good idea what it looked like. By 25, Mary was growing out of the girlish body and the baby face that she'd fought against so much in her college years. But when you put her in a bikini, let the summer bring out the freckles on her cheeks, and put her next to Keith, the cliche was staring you in the face: rich...
"Oh, you have a home game, I thought it was away..." She seemed disappointed. "You don't have to come, you don't get that many nights off. I can pick you up after, or just call..." "No, I'll come. I don't like watching basketball. I like watching you." "What you like about me playing basketball and no one else?" "You're like a little military man down th...
In the bay side suburb of her childhood, Matilda sat quietly in the knee length grass. It was one of the few parks left now, especially since the transit system had been upgraded and people who once lived and worked in the city began to commute from the outer suburbs to the daily grind of their office jobs. Matilda plucked a blade of grass and, shredding it...