I am posting a series of true stories about my encounters with "providers" around the country. I totally respect these women and in these stories have no intention of demeaning them. ************* This story goes back almost a decade. It occurred about a month after my first date with Carla in Cincinnati. This story is basically a continuation of my "A Dat...
Disclaimer: The character created within are mine, and only mine. Unless they decide to jump from the page and sue me or something. So yeah. There it is, My disclaimer Insight&Warning: Insight and warning huh? Well this is about how Alcohol, drugs and a little imagination can make for a memorable Halloween when Necrophilia is a factor. Two girls, deciding o...
"Come on Carla," Matt yelled back. The two of them had been on a weeklong hiking trip through the lowland mountain forests. Best of friends through high school, they had graduated two weeks before and when they had proposed this weeklong hiking trip both families had readily agreed that it was a great idea, and so the old hiking gear was pulled out and packe...
I was always late for the paintball, the football, the hockey, so why should hunting be any different? I showed up at my friend’s house at 7:00 a.m. when I was supposed to have been there at 4:00 a.m. My friends were not there. Their wives sat at the table, smoking cigarettes and watching fashion television. “I’m late,” I announced. “Too late,” Carla smil...
INTRODUCTION This story is based on a movie that came out in 1984 titled The Flamingo Kid. It is about a less fortunate boy named Jeffery who ends up getting a job at an exclusive club in Long Island. The story does not follow the movie story line but rather focuses on three very hot women; Phyllis Brody, her daughter Joyce Brody and her niece Carla Samson....
The last two months had been rather busy and hectic for Dean. He had gotten a nice new job that he enjoyed, he had moved into a flat with his best mate, Tony, and finally had an excuse to visit sexy neighbour from downstairs, Carla. Dean had been skeptical about asking her out, as he thought she was way out of his league. He was somewhat nerdy, enjoying vid...
"What do you mean no?" Carla frowned. "I meant... no. Do I really need to explain the concept of no to you?" Jordan asked dryly. Carla glared, "You have plenty of slaves." "Your point being?" Jordan asked with disinterest. "My point is why would you want to keep Elliot..." Carla said more as a statement than a question, her mind briefly searching for an...
Carla drug herself out of bed the next morning, her eyes felt swollen and grainy. She felt as though she hadn't slept although she knew that she had. She cracked her bedroom door open trying to hear if Ian was up yet. She heard a movie playing and knew that he was already awake. She put on her housecoat and went to his room. "Good Morning!" she said forcing...
Our son Tommy had been able to stay at home with us while attending a local college, so Carla and I had seen him every day of his life until he got an out of state job directly out of college. I was so proud of him that I bought him a new car as a graduation present. We had actually ridden with him to Houston, Texas in his new car. We took turns sharing the...
Carla, the ex-wife and I are still friendly. Even better she's still up for the occasional down and dirty hook-up. She owns an interest in and manages a couple of local dive bars. She maintains the majority owner is an OK guy, other than his occasionally becoming this penny-pinching, purse strings clutching ogre. He can drive her absolutely bat shit crazy. B...