I could feel the sweat trickling slowly down my back; snaking its way between my shoulder blades as we worked. It had gotten so hot that even the waiting staff had noticed, pulling at their tight collars as they waited by the hotplates. We were an hour into service and the only thing keeping me going was the knowledge that Alex was having an equally hard tim...
It's always fun to hear from friends and stay in touch, especially if they take me up on my offer to stay a night with us here at the Milk Weed Ranch. It's a 75,000+ acre "dude ranch" and retreat. There are a few streams, a big lake, mountains in the background, horse trails, livestock, vegetable, herb and flower gardens, a buffet style dining hall, a chapel...
Old Mr Postlethwaite's choice for Henry, of all people, to accompany him to lunch was met with some consternation by the young men at the office. Henry didn't work any harder than anyone else, they felt. He was certainly not smarter than Frank, for instance, or Malcolm, or even William. Then why did Mr Postlethwaite, the man they'd all wanted as their mentor...
At the end of the last chapter Dawn and I had just gotten back to the house after flying in from Ireland. We didn't get in that late, but we were awfully tired. Sam and Amy wanted to catch up, but some interesting things happen. Copyright LATL, 2016 ***** Life after the Lottery, Ch. 51 The girls want to catch up I knew it was late when I woke up. After I...
L'Ecole Pour Des Femmes This story is fictional and the names of people, organizations, businesses, etc. have no basis in reality and any resemblance to any real person or business is purely coincidental. If group sex bothers you then I suggest you read another story. I also recommend to those interested in group sex and swinging reading my other stories o...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn’t be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don’t expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage v...
Chris stirred softly under his blankets. He peeked out from under them to look at his alarm clock: '8:06' He still had almost half an hour before he needed to get up and after a long night of restless slumber, he could use a bit more sleep. He wrapped his head back up to block out the early morning light and as he rolled over he discovered, rather painfull...
Warm citrus. Sweet basil. Tangy garlic. The kitchen was a delicious culmination of scents. I could roll around in them. "Morning, guys." By default, there are mostly men at ski resorts. I still haven't exactly sorted it out, but it seems to have something to do with adrenaline and testosterone. In unison, "Morning, chef." I still get the goose bumps when...
We bid them farewell for now and watched as they disappeared around the bend in the river as Virginia and I left for the short hop to the chalet. Arriving back at the resort I took our salmon to the chef to prepare it for dinner that evening. We agreed with the chef that we would have dinner at about nine p.m. and made restaurant reservations for that time....
This is dedicated to a special chef ,may we experience many cooking lessons. I had signed up for personal cooking lessons thru a local restaurant. I decided with the start of the new year to enrich my mind and creative side with some culinary flair. I have always had a talent for creating, but when it came to cooking I was at a loss, so, when I saw the adv...