Hello everyone this is suraj. I thought of penning this real encounter again because I received enormous responses liking my story. So I'm going to narrate this real story again and hope you all like it. The story goes like this after I completed my study in Delhi and I was coming home. It has been years since I did not come home and when I knocked at the g...
[Tuesday, September 6, 2005] I looked over at my girlfriend, Nancy, and smiled at her. "This has been a wonderful date," I told her. "You chose a really nice restaurant, but one that's not so fancy they forget about the food." "I'm glad you like it, Jeff," she said. "It's always been one of my favorite places. But when do we get to do more on dates than g...
It was February 1976. Cindy and I were charging down I-75 escaping an Indianapolis winter for a week of warmth and distraction in Orlando. Two years earlier the government had chopped the speed limit from 70 MPH down to 55, the dreaded double nickel. We were working our Fuzzbuster and CB radio to avoid Smokey and shave as much time as we could off the trip....
Working as a freelance photographer has always been a passion of mine. The soft, rapid clicks of the shutter and the diffused flashes of light dancing across the walls as I strolled through my studio's loft always seemed to put me into a hypnotic trance, the subjects positioned before me became nothing more than a fixture of the space as I positioned myself...
We slept on the sun-porch that stretched across the back of his elderly aunt’s old farmhouse. Our single beds were arranged in an L-shape, with heads meeting. From this position we were treated to a large picture window overlooking the pastures and the dilapidated barn. The window was dressed in old lace curtains that had yellowed through the years. An o...
We met at his restaurant's opening night. We went out a year later. We were married a year after that. We fought the entire time. His food was his real passion and that became a problem. I tried everything in my arsenal to get him to see to my needs, but I simply ran out of tricks. Had I known we weren't sexually compatible in the beginning, I probably...
I was a young attorney, working during my first year after law school at a small firm in Los Angeles. I stayed pretty busy most of the time, doing the normal lawyer thing. Jill was a legal secretary whose work station was just around the corner from my office. I got to know a few things about Jill through casual conversations here and there as I passed by on...
Copyright 2009 by madengineer3 This story is pure fiction. Any similarities in names and places are purely coincidental. The story starts in the late 1950s. All participants are over eighteen and willing. I want to thank MiliktheRed for his excellent editing. * Our guest, Sue, had been badly banged up. She had been mercilessly beaten by a customer, who w...
I'm nervous sitting in the champagne room at the Purely Platinum strip club. I'm about to offer money to a woman for sex. A friend told me that some strippers did that at this club. Though I'm not happy about paying for sex, I haven't been with a woman for too long, and I need it bad. State law doesn't allow the sale of alcohol at an all-nude strip club, s...
My brother and I were opening up a new restaurant. It was a bit of a gamble for us but he was a superb chef and we were both willing to work hard. Would you believe all the red tape you have to go through? It's like they don't want you to succeed. We stuck it out though and were due to open shortly. One last thing we had to do was get a health certificate f...