1. "Your new book is selling pretty well," said Irina Slonimska, Roger's editor. "Plumbing for the Panic-Stricken fills a definite need. I don't mind telling you that it saved me several hundred dollars in New York City plumbers' bills when I was editing the manuscript." "Did it really?" asked Sharon Hillstein, eying her old college roommate across the t...
Sally and John sat in their new double recliner and watched the video screens that lined the wall of his office. They wore white terrycloth robes. Sally had high heels, stockings and a garter belt underneath the robe, John wore only slippers. John played with Sally's hand, putting it to his lips now and then. He liked to kiss his wedding ring on her finger....
This story has its beginning around fifteen years back when I was twenty two years old. Our extended family owned a seaside bach in Coromandel on the east coast of the North Island of New Zealand. The bach (holiday home) had been owned by my now deceased grandparents and was now held in a family trust to ensure it wasn't sold off, as beachside property value...
Jasmine stood behind the counter of her Job board to death, the new guy Kyle a twenty something black kid was sitting behind her working on the files she had dumped on him. He alternated between working on the files trying to bait her into small talk and looking at her ass, she liked that last part he was cute. She leaned on the counter and stuck her ass out...
It was a nice sunny day, and He was sitting in the classroom listening to the lecture; the lecture wasn't too difficult or wasn't too boring -- it kept his attention. He let his gaze lingering over some of the students in the class: some were using the paper they were writing to fan themselves from the heat, others had a glazed look in their eye from the bor...
Author's Note: This is a sequel to "A Week On The Lake" and "Snowed In." A few of the characters in this story appear in the "Lucky Cable Guy" stories also. Readers of my previous stories will already be aware that sometimes my group sex scenes involve guys messing around with each other, "so if that doesn't seem like your particular brand of vodka, help you...
In which, after some startling revelations, our Mr. Smith receives an unexpected bedtime story of love and kind offerings, and reciprocates accordingly. * * * * I couldn't come to grips with what was obviously staring me in the face, and in a big way. Literally. Sarah was sitting next to me on a sofa, talking softly as I worked to pay attention, looking de...
Deprived of vision, I lay spreadeagled on the bed. A blindfold taped across my eyes and thick silken restraints bound my wrists and ankles to the bedposts. No words were to be spoken. I was not in control, far from it, but I was there voluntarily. I had given myself over to the unseen entity known as "The Hands", someone who knew how to control, to use a wom...
--SESSION 15-- Lexi, Tori, Cat and Lauren One more quartet remained. Peter was certain that Lexi and the infamous triplets Tori, Cat and Lauren were waiting, knowing it was almost their turn. He had demanded each foursome of women to do something different, so they surely had no idea what to expect—just that it would demand the use of their enormous boobs....
Anyone living in the northeast during the ice storm of '98 will never forget how most of us were left without power for up to a week. Having a 2-year-old at home, my wife and I found ourselves in a situation where we had no choice but to ask someone fortunate enough to still have electricity if we could spend a few days. This story is about what I experience...