It was another St. Louis summer. Sport could only be played in the morning or evening, the day was spent drinking ice tea and searching for shade, and the nights were hot and muggy. Becky lived in a little house on the edge of the city. Her parents ran a chain of restaurants- mainly burger joints and the like. They were wealthy but didn't splash out too much...
Hello, fair fans, and welcome to another one of my literary orgies of wild, unbridled sex. I reserve all commercial and all non-electronic rights to this work. If you are not permitted to read this work in your legal jurisdiction, please don't read it. So, without further ado, let's get on with the show. * * * * * Miss K drove down I-55 with Tracy, the wi...
Amy Simpson lacked friends, ambition and family closeness with her mom, dad, sister, brother and extended family, which was a drag. Fortunately, she was favoured by the family cat and throughout Amy's formative years, four successive replacement cats continued that feline tradition in the Simpson's home in the small coastal city of Weymouth, at the mouth of...
In 1969 a WW2 veteran comes to grips with his demons and a wife's infidelity. * The pain seemed to emanate from everywhere as I lay in the bed listening to the incessant beeping of a machine somewhere to the right of my head. With a jolt I grasped I was in a hospital and must be seriously injured judging by the amount of pain I was enduring. I was disor...
The sorority that Becky's mom had gone to years before was an old and respected one. Pledge week had been fun so far and even though she knew that being a legacy meant she'd be accepted it still was interesting to see all the tests that the pledges were put through. She'd been woken up at 2am, bathed in mustard and bologna, sent to pick up a random frat guy...
Becky and I met at work by pure chance. I was there on my third day in the billing section at a new company. The organization is large, so the lunch is spread out from 11:30 AM to 12:30 PM to accommodate the employees. A co-worker in my section invited me to lunch. After we had selected our food, cafeteria style, I followed Jean outdoors to sit in the warm...
Chapter 19 Frankie Goes to West Hollywood Sometimes, like a Ritalin-deprived preschooler wired on Count Chocula, love sneaks up behind you and bites you on the ass. Or something close to love, anyway. It's not always easy to figure out what exactly that emotion is. Cherie Jaffe lived in a gated mansion in Belair, and also in a beach house in Malibu, becaus...
Chapter 23 – ** 5:00 p.m. – on our way for our fitting? ** I was at the wheel with my girl Britt by my side. Kate and Gina were in the backseat of my crew cab pick-up, jabbering away while Britt listened intently, running her hand up and down the hard-on in my jeans. "...and it was so fuckin' hot when he came all over our faces," Kate sputtered on at 90...
** Saturday morning early ** I didn't sleep for shit last night. I bounced from dream to dream, some of them innocuous and innocent, some of them frightening, and the one I was having now, downright dick-straightening. I think that most of them could be blamed on the prank I'd pulled yesterday on Britt, my blonde bombshell lover and business partner. Yest...
** Mid-week, early evening ** I was finally on my way home. I finished the day at the office and my boss and I tossed back a few while we talked about how the jobs were going and such. Mark's a hell of a nice guy and he's taught me a lot, but I could tell he was getting tired of the business for the last couple of years. Between insurance, lawyers and all t...