"I cannot wait for this day to end," she thought as she walked through the front door and into her Soho loft. It was finally the end of a long week -- her first week as an Associate, with an opportunity to make Junior Partner within three years, at Pierce and Partners LLP, one of the fastest growing International Law firms on the East coast. Although she w...
Suzanne Riley went to the party at the Serlins with Joe Farrar. She had been dating him for two months, and she knew he had broken up with some woman not long before that, after being very serious with her for a long time. Suzanne took that for a good sign, because at 26 she was looking for somebody to be serious with. She didn't expect that his old girlfrie...
Charlie Chol scratched his unruly brown hair feeling a little uneasy. Finishing depositing some of the beer he'd consumed against the wall disfigured with graffiti, he shook off the clinging droplets and placed his best friend away and zipped up. It was the other use of his best friend that was the problem. Charlie appeared to be losing interest in females...
This is a rework of my original Vincent's future project, and hopefully a revival as well. I was unhappy with the way the story turned out originally and now that my skills have grown I hope to be able to give this project the quality it deserves. The original will remain up for those who wish to read it, but all future parts will be going off of this versio...
This is the story of how I successfully got a co-worker to let me into her hot little pants. So my co-worker, I'm sure you have guessed her name, is Latisha and she is a petite, nineteen year-old hottie. We get to wear jeans on payday and when she wears them, her ass looks great. On paydays Latisha usually also wears shirt that are tight but not revealing,...
Wednesday, June 09, 2004 Jack stood in the Laundromat folding his clothes like he did every week. He liked to do laundry at night that way he would be by himself and could get done faster. He was usually the only one there but on occasion some one would stop in for a quick laundry run. Tonight seemed very different. The streets were extraordinarily quiet an...
Thursday night bowling with the guys, that was the last thing on my mind, leaving work after a long day at the office. About once a month, I had gotten into the habit of skipping on the bowling and stopping at the local gentleman's club for a little variety in my daily life. My wife, Debbie, knew nothing of these "exceptions" to my weekly bowling routine. My...
"You have a great voice" she said with a smile. Stark smiled back a little taken aback. He took his coffee off the counter. "Thankyou...uh, you don't have a name tag on" She was something. He could tell she was a "knockout" even though she wore flannels and a smock that was coffee stained and had ice cream drips down the front from making too many smoothi...
It was getting late. We had to tear ourselves away from the bar, and get to the BART train, before they stopped letting people into the system. I paid the bar tab, grabbed your hand and we headed out the swinging doors. Even though its 1:00am, the weather is fantastic, still very warm. We walk the short block to the BART station and get on the escalator. I s...
'Damn another late night ahead - fucking project' I commiserate with myself, knowing that I'll be staying late after hours to try and get things done within the usual unrealistic timescales. To make things worse, my wife will be off out tonight enjoying herself with our friends, while I'm slaving away. While it was still only 5:30, the office already seemed...