Five years ago, Rod Singer was an insurance salesman. working in a small city over-populated with insurance sales agents that meant his earnings were poor and his suits looked jaded with frayed cuffs. Gwen his wife practically despised him and the other women into whose arms he fell for lively conversation and pelvic exercise tended to be rather third-rate...
"Oh, Mr. Stevens, I know just the person! My cousin Zama is such a great party planner. Can I introduce you?" "Umm, sure, Rose, why not." Now, ordinarily, I would have said no to such a meeting. It didn't exactly seem like the best use of my time. I was in such a good mood, though. This had been a great year. My business had been struggling along in "start...
Jack looked out through the wide picture window at the pretty stretch of desert separating his house from Peggy's, streaked with yellow light from the setting winter sun. As long as he could remember Jack had been picking his way through the prickly pears to visit the sprawling compound where Peggy and her mother lived, with its guest house for her great gra...
A short one with very little sex. This is fiction; as always, all characters and events, etc. are figments of our imagination and have no connection to any living or dead persons, or true events. "Aaron, you don't know how damn tiring it is to be beautiful." My wife and I were having a rare meal together, lately she was always too busy to be home for dinne...
Hi, I'm Meow, like the cat noise. I am thirty-nine. This journal had no working title. Geoff and I labelled it as a series of numbers; 365-104 seemed to be an appropriate choice of numbers when I first sat down to write this book. Indeed, that is the name of the file on my computer, 365-104. I should explain why I came to write a diary of my orgasms! After a...
Chapter 13 - Haven After Montreal, I was gone for the better part of a week, flying across the continent. Jane was still a bit more distant than usual by the time I had left. The thought nagged me the whole trip, that there was something wrong there that wouldn't be fixed easily. I knew Jane loved me, but, well, there was the part of me that knew that she s...
(Thank you Arthur Schnitzler and Stanley Kubrick!) Monika, an attractive, ambitious 23-year-old woman from Kansas City, came to Los Angeles to hopefully break into modeling and the movies. She found a job as a waitress in an upscale bistro and was eventually hooked up with an agent. After a time her agent mentioned an exclusive "Butterfly Club" in Hollywood...
Author's Note: All characters in this story are 18 years old or older, including those in high school or graduating. This is a story by adults for adults about adults. * By far the most insane year of my life started on the last day of high school. All of us seniors had been let out of our last classes early and we'd filled up the Common Area, sitting aro...
Shania's short story. Shania sits at her computer in her semi-darkened bedroom. Her privacy is assured as her family are out at her aunt's house until ten o'clock. She is wearing a grey cotton T-shirt and pink panties. The evening is warm enough to leave the windows open. She is home from Nielson's College for the summer break. She has time to spare. She d...
CHAPTER 1: THE GOING AWAY GIFT BRYCE I hate the idea of Alex leaving. We've only been together a couple weeks, and already she has to leave town to go see her family. I'm crazy about her, and crazy about fucking her. It gets better every time. She rocks me the way no other woman ever has. I'm not ready to be apart from her. I tell her I'm going to miss her...