Prologue: A lifelong collector of goods and objects from far and wide has passed and left the entire collection and the business built around them to the only remaining relative, a niece on a career path of her own. Vikki has taken on the task of administering the estate and liquidating the business and collection. However, she has come to find out that man...
I hoped that I, Roger Gathers, would never be put in the situation that I had found myself in. Terry had been my best friend most of my life; we were the stars of the Little League team that came in second in the state, and he was an All-Conference pitcher, and me his All-Conference catcher, in High School. We rented a limo and doubled-dated for the Senior P...
It is not easy to move; worse either back to your parent's house. "Urgh! I can't believe that happened to me, what a dick. He fucked up my life." I said angrily to myself -- probably cursed a little more out loud, I couldn't remember. Every one of us has expectations, dreams, and something we never want to happen, despite the choices we made in life. To m...
For starters, yes, this was published elsewhere by me. This version is not plagiarized, although there have been some improvements and edits. This story starts slowly as far as sex is concerned, but it does build, so expect much sex in almost every chapter. Thanks for reading and voting. * * * * * "Who is your dream girl? What do you have to do to get her...
Jessica reached for the door and saw that her hand was shaking. Her mind reeled and her heart raced. For a moment, she thought she may pass out. The wine had further clouded her jumbled thoughts and emotions. What am I doing? she thought. This is crazy. How did this happen? It all began several weeks earlier, during a casual conversation with her closest gi...
It had all started for Ron the day after Thanksgiving, just about a month earlier. On that day Ron had climbed the stairs up to his room without thinking about much of anything at all. As he reached the top of the stairs a noise coming from the guest bedroom caught his attention. He knew that Pam was staying in that room as she and her daughter, Sandy, visit...
Note: The names of persons in this story are purely fictional and have no connection whatsoever with any living or diseased persons. *** It's nice when money's not a concern. I grew up with privilege. My dad, Ari Gerber, made his fortune in the auto parts and accessories business, and then made even more investing in the oil and energy sectors. We lived in...
I was riding the bus, once again on my way home from work. Maria had found me in the same corner. She had a dazzling smile. "Hello Maria. How was work?" we had become friends over the past two weeks. She took the seat next to mine. "It was tiring, but productive." She paused and gave a sly grin "So, take a guess." It was a little game we had developed ove...
Life in rural upstate New York, circa 1972. Justin Anderson was on the verge of cumming, and at that moment in time life could not be better for the teenager. He had just graduated from high school and was going off to college in a few weeks. His girlfriend, Becky Biondi, was on her knees in front of him, sucking away on his cock. They had planned on fucki...
Kay Miller was in transition. From and into what, she wasn't sure. Three weeks ago the 43-year-old high school teacher had been a reasonably content music and language arts educator, liked and respected by kids and colleagues, if quietly frustrated in her personal life by a passive husband. Her life had been on a steady path of work and mentoring, distracti...