Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venom...
"Jim, I've got a problem. Do you have time now to talk with me about it quickly? I'm on my break and this isn't life or death, but it's close." "Hold on Gail Marie, let me run into the spare conference room for a bit of privacy." It took me about a minute to find the room and thankfully it's empty. "Ok, what's up?" "You know that I'm in the ER this week be...
5 years-10 weeks Again "Jim, I'm heading to the can." Bill paused, " I'm going to be there for a bit, to take a.. " He laughed. Classic Bill when Terry wasn't around. He was a poet and did know it. "Why don't you plug your phone into the wall and see if you can call Terry. I didn't bring my plug-in charger." "No problem Bill. It feels good just to sit down...
"Marie, the beer here is good if you order the crafts. In the years I've been in Milwaukee, I finally lost my taste for guzzling the cold tasteless beers of my youth. I'd rather have one great one than a couple of them." "It took you a while to get there Jim, I remember telling you that it's about having a small amount of the best things, then having a lot...
After the rather unexpected, yet amazingly enjoyable threesome, Rich and Stephanie talked about what might happen next. In the meantime, Steph had to confess to Rich about her little act with the kid across the way. "Rich, it's not like I'm INTO the kid, he's a kid, but shit, I've seen the way he's gawked at me for years. I've found it flattering, especial...
The events and conversations in this story are true. It happened in the mid 1960s. The names have been changed. * It was a Monday morning and I was sitting in the company cafeteria with a group of engineers drinking coffee before starting our day. Looking across the room I noticed a mature, sophisticated, well dressed woman. She looked to be in her late...
Never say never, but I think that this is the final chapter, and I hope that you like it! honey28 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tissue paper crinkled under my bare ass as I sat down on the end of the exam table with a paper drape over my lap. David's back was to me as he studied one of the fetal development posters on the wall. Grinning, he turned to me, pointin...
Authors note: My editor (Nonethewiser) recently sent me a very interesting email. Here it is: So, I am on a 6:30 train from ---- to ---- and I am sitting with an old friend that I met in the station. Guys a very senior real estate executive at a big company. He tells me that two of our mutual friends are getting divorced. In one case the guy cheated and...
Marcus Erin didn't know how long she stood there crying, but Michael and Clare embraced her in support and allowed here grief to run its course. When she looked up, very few people remained within the auditorium. She wiped her eyes with her hands and Clare admonished her saying, "You have no reason to apologize. Baby girl, if need to cry, you get that out."...
The next morning, about ten, a cross-town courier showed up with the papers on the Victory Warehouse complex, just as I wanted them. There was a hand-written note from the geezer thanking me "for my patience". A two hundred dollar blowjob had saved me ten grand, and had gotten a two million dollar renovation project going. If that isn't great "risk managemen...