This story has a long build up. If you want to jump to the hot sexy part, you can skip down to the second ***** The sexy stuff comes pretty quickly after that. * This all happened long ago, in 1991, the summer after my senior year in high school. Visual art has always been my passion, so when my parents insisted I do something productive with my time, I en...
Frank's was a dive bar with peeling sickly red wallpaper, watered-down drinks, and old TVs whose picture always twisted or dissolved into static. Even as teenagers in love with the idea of drinking we knew it was shitty. But there was nothing else to do in that town, and they never carded, so we always ended up at Frank's. My friend George's band was playin...
Chapter 2: Sherry's Story This is Part 2 of the Cabin story. You will not need to read Part 1 to follow this story line but it might fill you in on the rest of the story, so to speak, if you do. * My husband, Greg, and I had come up to our lakefront cottage in Northern Ontario. It was near the end of the summer and the boys didn't want to come along and t...
She was rubbing lotion on her legs as he came out of the shower. "Getting ready?", he says to her, kissing her as he walks past. "Yes, I'm ready." she says, sitting the bottle of lotion down and grabbing her drink. It was her third wine cooler and she was beginning to feel a buzz. She rarely drinks so it just doesn't take much. They'd driven two hours...
You had called me earlier that week and told me how busy it was going to be. I didn't talk to you much and knew you probably weren't getting that much sleep and you'd be happy to be back home for the weekend. I wanted to really go out of my way this weekend and surprise you. I wasn't sure what exactly I wanted to do at first but I knew I wanted it to be some...
I was awakened by a knock on my door: Connie had come with my morning tray of coffee and sweet rolls. He had little to say, so I took it and poured myself a cup as the light began to spread across the Eastern horizon. The sights and sounds were the same as they'd been the previous four days: work noises from the barn and lower part of the house, silence from...
Many thanks to Cinnamon69 for her quick, useful and kind and corrections and comments. +++++++++++++++++++++++++ I've always loved Paris art cinemas. These old, worn-out theatres, showing forgotten films in bad state, smelling of rotten fabric and dust, nowhere in the world is quite like them. There is something special about Parisian art-house cinemas; t...
I no longer remember the exact date this happened, nor do I know exactly where it happened, but I remember the event itself with great clarity. If that sounds implausible, let me explain. I had gone to the Netherlands (Holland) to research travel stories about Amsterdam and Rotterdam. I flew from Phoenix, Arizona to Amsterdam and was nearly exhausted by the...
My parents are the owners of the most active ranch in Montana. When I turned 18 last year, I was given a career on the ranch as the Assistant Manager so that I can run it when they retire. Part of my duties as the Assistant Manager is to run the ranch when my parents are out of town with the help of our ranch hands and contracted employees. Among those contr...
"I'm nervous." I said to my roommate, Deb, as I walked into the living room. Deb had been my roommate since I moved to Philly for a job. She and her friend Mike had a room for rent. Deb was attractive in so many ways, her breast and hips were full and curvy, and her hair and make up were always on point. That's less of a big deal when you know that she work...