Author's note: this is her valediction. My thanks to her for her editing skills, and everything else. This story has been published in 'Kerouac's Dog' magazine. ***** He stroked her slippy thigh as they sat at the pavement cafe sipping cheap local beer. The day was humid and grey, as the previous days had been: hot and sultry but unsunny on this busy trop...
The group of childhood girlfriends chatted over drinks at the bayside bar. They reminisced on their vodka-OJ days to their fancy cocktail nights in their 20's to their current wine dates in their mid-30's. By the time the 5 girls finished their first bottle, they quickly moved to relationship gossip. Michelle, who recently left her husband of 6 years and wa...
"Ok, so lets play a game. Five rounds of five card draw poker. First to three winning hands gets to be in charge and the loser plays the part of sex slave." I chuckled to myself at my own suggestion, after all I played in poker tournaments and could stack the deck however I wanted. "Sounds delicious, but I have one condition" Judy said. "Winner is in charg...
As the black Mercedes limo sped along the highway away from the city, Christine had time to reflect on what she was about to do. Was she mad, crazy, insane, or just curious? She could not believe what she was doing. She had heard about him, the aloof Mr. Knight, and had seen him at the fetish parties and events - always surrounded by a glamorous crowd. When...
I checked in to this little ski resort ‒ it's a golf resort meant for the summer really, but a short drive from the ski hill, the best in Ontario (which isn't saying much) so they are obviously trying to attract some ski business, although nobody seems to know about them yet. The place is a hotel with a little timeshare section added on, the whole place bran...
I am a salesman. I work for a large greeting card company, and I drive great distances to visit my clients. Long distance driving can be very boring, and I have found a way to entertain myself that helps to pass the time. When I get out on the road in the morning, I take my cock out and stroke myself. I never wear underwear, so access to myself is easy. I t...
She walked into his room wearing a tight blood-red cut-off top, a cropped black jacket, a short red and black plaid skirt and stripped lace leggings. She wore black laced up boots with snow white laces. Her black hair fell over her shoulders as she tilted her head to one side, staring at him with her dark green eyes. "Vince." she said in monotonous voice....
Lady Ritzdale sits on the observation deck, she takes a sip of her tea. Its assam today, it is fashionable to drink earl grey like the king but like everything in life, she prefers something a little bolder, more intense. The voyage has taken four weeks so far, not long now. She is a long way from her little Welsh mining village near Milford Haven now. Geoff...
"I'll pay the check," Kathryn said, as the bill was placed on the table. "I can take care of it," Will replied. He had been dating Kathryn for a few weeks now. He was a junior at the local State College, and she was a graduate student. Although she had no job that she had mentioned, Kathryn paid for almost everything that they did. Will didn't mind, as he w...
This is based on a true story. Of course the names the ladies that made this fantasy a reality have been changed to protect their innocence, which they lost that evening. I had been 'talking to' this girl, Kris because Jennifer's (the girl I liked) parents were card carrying KKK racists. Jen didn't care. She had jungle fever and I was her cure. When the coas...