Author Notes: The Perspectives Series was created as a study of how our perception of people and events is largely influenced by our point of view. As you read the distinct stories of these characters, and become more invested in their lives, your perception of them and their situations will likely change. There are four novels in this collection, with the...
Over the next week, we emailed back and forth about the job, and we finally agreed that she would come in on the following Monday afternoon for an interview. Even though I owned the company, she would still have to go through a formal HR process and screening. She was worried, but I told her that it was just a formality. Ironically, my secretary had just le...
"I take it she's spoken with you about me, about me and her?" He sits behind his desk and stares at me. He's aloof. He's never said more than two words to me before, passing in the hall at best. I'm so nervous I can hardly speak. When we got invited to his all-company BBQ party at his house it was the first time he'd ever really paid any attention to me. Mo...
Gemma pulled into the driveway behind my battered Landcruiser and I got out at the front of my little country cottage. She came up behind me and I was expecting just a perfunctory "thank you" to Gemma for escorting me home. Instead she grabbed me in a big hug and kissed me hard. Next thing I knew, Gemma was grabbing at my cock through my jeans and she said s...
I'd like to give a huge thanks to my fantastic editor PsuedoShelia! -------------------------------- Being Victor again was working out great. My life felt like it was back on track. I had a good job with friendly co-workers. The town I lived in was pretty nice, and I was settling in easily. Jessica was what was really making my life good. From the momen...
I was halfway home when I saw her standing on the street with her thumb out. The closer I got, the slower I drove. She was tall, about five feet seven, with medium length black hair falling loosely about her shoulders. Her eyes were deep black. She was wearing a short skirt, a cutoff white t-shirt, and barefoot. Barefoot and pregnant, I thought. She was very...
"Come on! Faster! Come on you devil! Get up!" Pat loved riding her steed. She called him Diablo. He was a three-year-old black stallion. She felt the wind streaming across her face. Her hat was hanging on by the strap. "Come on, Diablo!" she shouted. The cool prairie air made her feel good this morning. After Diablo's run, she slowed him to a walk. She st...
Author's Note: This story is a submission to this year's Nude Day Contest. If you like it, please vote it up and feel free to comment as well! I had a fun time writing it, and I hope you enjoy it as well. * The sweet smell of afternoon Bar-B-Q wafts into the pool where I'm fucking beautiful Miss White from behind. The sun puts beads of sweat onto her back...
May 30, late night into early morning I drove slowly home watching out for sobriety checkpoints. By the time I got there, a gold-trimmed black Escalade was in our drive. I could see shadows in our bedroom upstairs. I sat out front and across the street from the house for the next hour, just watching shadows play out in the candle light in our bedroom. I op...
Being stuck in a mountain cabin with a beautiful friend isn't bad at all. Being stuck in the cabin without electricity and heavy snowfall takes on a new meaning to being uncomfortable. Especially when you're from the south and hate the cold. That's what happened to Kim and I last year during a week in the Rockies. We thought we'd take sometime off during t...