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Ok, as I'd mentioned in a previous story (Jamie II), when I was younger I rode with a motorcycle club (MC). Not the bullshit crap you see now – accountants and businessmen on their designer Harleys who dress up as "bikers" on the weekends, put on do-rags and high-dollar leathers so they can parade around and pretend to be hard-asses. No, this was the real de...
"Love, exciting and new . . ." As Jaime and Mike Fisher stepped off the plane into the jet way in Ft. Lauderdale, they were enveloped by Florida's sweltering heat and sticky humidity. Only three hours earlier they had boarded a small commuter jet in Moline, Illinois. Before the plane could depart, it had to be deiced by spraying the leading edges of the win...
I heard the chime, a soft bong that let me know I was needed at the door. It was Friday night, and we had a good crowd. I caught my bartenders' eye and motioned towards the door. It usually took two of us to keep up on the weekend, but this wouldn't take long. It was probably an invited guest, arriving late. I'd verify they were on the list, let them into t...
I stayed at Helen's that night, both of us in her bed wearing nighties, occasionally stroking and comforting each other. I fell asleep in her arms with my face buried in her bosom. The connection I felt with this person was sublime. When I woke the next morning, I went to the bathroom to find her in the shower. She was truly a remarkable sight. Her blonde h...
It was three o'clock on Friday morning and Angel Jones was tired, especially her feet. She had just gotten back to her flat after six hours of working as a hostess at Madame Josephine's, and being on her feet in high heels for so much of that time had taken a heavy toll. Even worse, she would need to be at her daytime job at the bank in six hours. That was t...
I stayed up in my office for most of the evening, going over invoices and inventories. I occasionally drifted through the crowded bar greeting some of the club's regular customers. Melissa Townsend came into the club around 10:00. She was alone, not with her husband Scott. She gestured she wanted to talk with me so I motioned for her to come up to the offic...
Jazzie had been having some kind of confab with her friends over at their own lunch table. That was OK with me - I’d never been a really social type of girl. I was eating alone, trying to get caught up on my advanced sociology paper. Our assignment was to write about ‘The Influence of Walt Disney on American Values.’ I was trying to draw a line between D...
Have you ever had a secret? Have you ever been haunted with thoughts that aroused you, and scared you at the same time? Thoughts of pleasure that made you feel uncomfortable? Have you ever been tortured with thoughts that you wouldn't want to admit to anyone else turned you on? Greg had such a desire. Actually, it was more like a painful secret. One that he...