"Hey, Missy, this is Steve." "Hi, Steve. Need to schedule an appointment?" "Yeah, I'm really tied up in knots," was the reply. "Any chance you can see me this afternoon?" "Yeah, I have an opening at 3:30, will that work for you?" "No, sorry. I've got a client coming in then. O...K...well, maybe I can catch you next week. I'm pretty busy. Tell you what; I...
(This is a long section, but we are nearing the end. There is a Chapter 5 to follow shortly that concludes our education. I appreciate your attention to the story so far.) The next few weeks are busy at the garage. My involvement with work helps to take my mind from completely dwelling on the web of relationships I find myself in. I like things simple....
David was sitting in front of the women's clothing store in the mall waiting for his wife. He had a few shopping bags with him and he was keeping himself busy playing a game on his phone. David disliked going shopping but his wife had made him come with her. As David continued playing the game on his phone a Hispanic man carrying a Victoria's Secret bag st...
This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. It contains heterosexual and lesbian sexual activity. --------------- ----------------- The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental....
Jim Archer, jr. sat in the seat of the small tractor, looking over the field they'd just finished picking. He was sore and bone tired from the day's labor, but it was well worth it.... once the beans were properly dried and sealed away in jars, they'd have enough to last through til' next fall. The hundred acres of fields outside of the town proper, though...
"I still can't believe you're showing your face here, Brown," Dave Pohl snickered as I came in and sat down at the table I would hate forever. He, of all people, knew what had happened on it earlier. "You've had a hard night. Can you even afford to be here?" He was talking tough, but it'd been a different story just a minute ago. When he first opened the ho...
Disclaimer: All characters are over eighteen years of age. Editing credit: Blind_Justice Copyright © 2013 redskyes Author's note: This is a continuation of a series. You'll probably enjoy this more if you start with Part 1. Chapter 11 He was asleep when I opened the door, sprawled out on his bed with the top sheet covering only his left leg and part of...
Pony Ride Melissa walked out of the exercise studio with a towel around her neck, her martial arts jacket bundled up under her arm. Mike had told her it was called a judo-gi and had shown her how to tie it into a tight bundle using the long cotton belt. She was tired, but not as exhausted as she had feared. In fact, she realized she felt energized. Learnin...
"Oh man, my legs feel like jelly," Katie moaned as she clambered up into the passenger side middle bucket seat. "Yeah, sorry about that," Mike answered with a smirk. Diverting his eyes from the road to the rear view mirror, he saw her still-naked form plop down in the seat, her head immediately falling to her hands. "No you're not, you shit," she mumbled t...
This is probably the darkest of the One Week Chronicles story - Part 2 certainly is! - but I enjoy trying to find new ways to write and explore characters. I'll be very interested to know your thoughts on this one as it's probably the furthest from me, but was still huge fun to explore. As ever, it slots perfectly into the timeline and happens before the v...