The drive through West Texas can be long and straight and boring. I've traveled these roads all my life and rarely found them anything but long, boring and straight until one such trip a couple months ago. I had been at a meeting on a Friday afternoon and was driving back to my place when I saw a cute, young thing hitching on the highway. As I was half-way b...
Note: this story does have children in it, but they aren't presented sexually, and they don't witness any sexual acts. Nevertheless, if you're freaked out by the idea of children even appearing in a story of this sort, please skip it... The Superintendent looked from me, sitting wrapped only in a blanket, to Gail, who was still blushing, and his eyes narrow...
Before my recent retirement, I worked as a college professor of English at a small but expensive New England college. Most of the students at the college came from wealthy families. I was a single man during the latter days of my professorship, since my wife of many years had died at the age of 49 of breast cancer, and at the age of 55 I lived alone in a ni...
This story is based on a girl my youngest sister grew up with. I have changed the town and people's names, otherwise it's fairly accurate. * Mom and I sat at the kitchen table looking out the window as the girl next door trudged off to school. She had recently turned 18, wearing baggy pants, combat boots and a flannel shirt buttoned up to the neck. No make...
Of course, after such experiences, I had left for Italy full of nostalgia, longing to be in Japan again. But I did not ever think to move there for good. As someone wisely said, tourism is one thing, emigration is another. And this applies to Japan more than to many other places. To integrate in Japan, for a foreigner, is really difficult, from the cultural...
WARNING DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE IN ANY WAY RELIGIOUS OR TAKE OFFENCE AT ADULT STORIES THAT DEPICT RELIGIOUS CHARACTERS. * As Dawn was going to the convent to interview prospective employees, she dressed casual but smart. The business suit was not too long and not too short. With a white blouse underneath she looked the part, and it was thick eno...
Fuck. Nothing? Seriously? Just a tiny bit of cash, please! Nope. Zero Euro available. I'm sure that damn ATM machine was snickering inside. I suddenly sensed her behind me again. It was like a slight tickling at the back of my head. She was pretty. We had flirted a bit when I came in, when I still felt confident. I was relaxed and just about to draw a bit...
As always thanks to my editor Cheer_Smartie526. These characters have a bit of a history, but the story should still work even if you have not been following their adventures. ***** The package arrived at three in the afternoon, late by Victor's standard. Fiona noticed the driver was cute, and wondered if Victor had arranged for that detail as well. It was...
My last chapter had people scratching their heads. I hope this next installment answers those questions and everyone goes "Oh, now I get it." Thanks to my wonderful editor Dawn and a few of my close friends that are now screaming for number 6, enjoy. * Lieutenant Commander Dobson tied off the surgical thread and held his hand out for the scissors. As John...
Prologue Anna Nicole Smith, aka Secret Agent Hooters stood nervously on the edge of the large stage at the 'Horny Monkey' bar. Anna was dressed in a plain white t-shirt that looked about three sizes too small for her and a black g-string bikini bottom. The small shirt stretched taut across her ample breasts, leaving little to the imagination, including the...