Joe and Terri lives in a secluded area 50 miles north of Tampa, Florida. Joe, owns his own Real Estate business and travels several weeks at a time. He stands 5'11, 190lbs, brown eyes and black hair. He is well admired by every female in his path. Although, he has opportunities to explore his horizons with other women. He just couldn't risk his marriage of 5...
Many months had gone by since Shakira had me in the studio recording a guitar track for her. I couldn't help but think about the post-recording goings on; she made such an impact on my life, my very spirit. But it wasn't a good idea to obsess over it: she had an album to support and a tour to be on. There were a few phone calls from her to say hi, but she di...
I had been in Europe on business for over a year, my house being looked after by the couple next door while I was gone. They and their two young children had moved in barely a month or so before I had to leave, and I had been telling them the problem I was having finding someone to hire to house-sit for me. Rachel, the wife, quickly volunteered to take care...
The young receptionist smiled and handed him a clip board. "Please fill this out," she said, "and I'll tell her you are here." She turned and went through the door behind her. He sat down in the waiting room and completed the medical history and insurance forms. He was a little over weight, and going bald. When the receptionist returned she announced that i...
Kerina stared at the darkened bruises on her otherwise flawless wrists. "What the fuck?" she muttered confused. She rubbed at them before walking toward the bathroom. She reached into the sink cabinet to fetch her cocoa butter, gently applying it to the tender bruises. She was going to stay clear of Brantley today. She didn't need him or dream Brantley a...
Chapter5 Routine What a way to start the day! It's a dull day rainy morning and we started it with a "don't waste the woody" sex. A nice slow cuddly fuck. When we finished screwing Helen went to the bathroom, then returned, knelt beside the bed and presented me with 'the basket'. It contains her pink velvet set. I swing my legs so I'm sitting on the edge o...
[There are parts of this story that actually happened. I was there. The names of people in the story are not their actual names. The truck was a U-Haul. The bikes, all Harleys. I encourage votes and comments.] * Fifteen of us rode out of Seattle headed south. We were exactly what some folk have in their nightmares. Ten big Harleys, loud pipes, black leathe...
It's quiet as usual in the library as I put the returned books back in their rightful places on the shelves. It's Sunday evening, just before closing and I allow my mind to wander, knowing the building is, and will likely remain, vacant. I always find it amusing to imagine the person who checked out each book. I select Maximum Ride from the cart and immedi...
A big thank you goes out to 'Lady Cibelle' and 'Techsan' for their editing prowess. Our little town has a community garage sale once a year. There are probably a hundred and thirty garage sales that weekend. Of course my wife Connie has to take part, but she will complain about all the work that has to be done to get ready for it. We've been part of this co...
Mike had been in the darkroom most of the day. He found he was much more productive when Judy was at work. They would chat when time allowed throughout the day, short phone calls just to say 'hi', 'I miss you' – or when he knew someone was in her office, waiting to talk to her, he'd tell her his plans for her that evening – lewd, dirty thoughts that had her...