Immersion Playground Book #2: Arena Epilogue Charlie and Katherine Thompson, Charlie's longtime friend and one of the models she manages, sit in Charlie's office discussing an upcoming show that Kate is schedule to attend, when Todd bursts into the room. "Hey Charlie! Guess who just... oops! Sorry. I'll come back. Hey Kate," he says, backing out. "I didn'...
I graduated from high school in Greenville, Mississippi when Vietnam was in full swing. I was no college boy, we weren't rich, and we didn't know any politicians so I was going to be drafted. Rather than be a draftee Army grunt slogging through the Mekong Delta, I enlisted for four years in the Air Force. They trained me to be a metal machinist repairing ai...
Stunned. That's how she felt, and how she looked. Jessie struggled to make herself coffee Sunday morning with her right arm in a sling. She had got back home in a taxi about midnight and tried to sleep but her arm hurt and her thoughts kept racing. Her quiet, simple life seemed to have disappeared. In no way was she prepared for any of this! Saturday aftern...
Lorraine Hauser, a native of the Kwazulu-Natal region of South Africa, is loving the City of Atlanta, Georgia. The place is big but quaint, and honestly, it reminds her of her homeland of South Africa. Of course, the local Black men were nothing like the Zulus and Xhosas that Lorraine was used to bedding, but for a bit of summertime entertainment, they would...
Thank you all who have been reading and following along. I always appreciate getting feedback. It helps with becoming a better writer and it's always an ego boost, so feel free to reach out. I will always respond! The usual spiel: This isn't a stroke story, (more porn with plot.) Be warned, it's very long. 33+ chapters, and many sexless ones, which is why i...
There is something about upmarket hotels. The furnishings. The food. The service. The women. The list goes on. When Max arrived that afternoon, people were drifting out along the broad corridor that led from where the banquet and conference rooms were. Some people were heading for the lifts. Others were heading for the front door. More than a few were headi...
Over the next few weeks, Kate and Michael texted on occasion. Mostly to check in and to trade terms of endearments and positive vibes. Kate had absolutely loved their recent sexual encounter (over FaceTime, no less), but she was looking to hold out on being with Michael again until she had the real deal in front of her. He would be in New York on Tuesday, Ju...
Copyright (c) 2018 James Miehoff, All Rights Reserved. This work may not be published whether for fee or free without this copyright. --------- This is one of a series of stories set in what I call Universe-J. Universe-J is very much like this universe with a few exceptions. First the people tend to be a little more sexual and less hung up on sex that...
When George Christopher Casemont, leader of the Frostburg Avenue Longboarders, got to take Gabrielle Abruzzi to the prom, his boys were impressed. As long as Casey, Flynn, Rod and "The Squirrel" had been running together, they'd never gotten much play from any of the Abruzzi sisters, who were kind of stuck up. But, time went by, and Casey moved to Seattle,...
The medic was the first who woke up that morning. The soldier was still sleeping, and he decided not to disturb him. No breakfast, as the day before. The food was too scarce. Maybe that guy could run away with the food. Maybe after having cut his throat... No, he was not that kind of man, able to kill someone who had saved his neck. And on the other hand, th...