Is there anything worse than having to sit and listen while your wife complains about her work friends? The ones you barely know? The ones whose problems are entirely work-related, and therefore of no importance to you? The ones your wife is always complaining about anyway, usually while you're trying to watch the game? "I mean, it's the same every year."...
Jan Primm leaned against the kitchen counter in her small apartment in San Leandro, California. She sighed and then blew an errant strand of her light brown hair off to the side of her face. She couldn't use her hands because they were occupied holding a screaming Darren Jr., their youngest, who was going through the terrible twos even before he was two. Cou...
My thanks to sexnovella for the editing of this chapter. Even after all this time many of you have mailed me and told me that this series felt unfinished. I'm sorry it's taken me this long to do just that with these last two chapters. ***** It was with some reluctance that Laurel got off my lap, we hadn't planned to do much more than slum it around the cab...
I sure wasn't looking for another hard cock when the neighbor's grandson came to visit with them a few weeks before going to college on a sports scholarship. Bobby was really cute and quite the jock. We visited a couple of times in my front yard while my kids played at our feet. Had I not quit school to get married I could be the one headed for college and...
This is yet another tale in the Mailgirls's universe. It makes more sense if you've got some background in this milieu. I'm especially indebted to the works of Seahawk, LizStanton8181, and SliceReality which I have enjoyed tremendously. ***** Sunday Brunch Sam couldn't take his eyes off the two smoking hot women staring down at the breakfast buffet. Th...
Undisclosed Location, Undisclosed Stardate: It was a standard, nondescript subspace communications relay somewhere: tiny, uninhabited, uninhabitable. But it did possess the requisite hardware to receive six secure holocommunicator signals, relaying them in miniature to a shoebox-sized matrix for a classified meeting. And though none of the attendants were...
Callie Eagen washed the floor of the empty Diner with bone weary hands. She had just worked the long open to close shift and was dead on her feet. Thank God there were no chairs to lift onto tables she thought as she made her way toward the back room with the sodden mop. Swish, swish, swish the rhythmic motion was almost soothing after such a long day. Eve...
All characters are over eighteen. All people and places are fictional. ***** Mosquitoes buzzed outside as a young woman stuffed wadded-up pieces of toilet paper into holes in old window screens. Naked in the stifling humid heat, she slapped her hand against her neck, squishing a small splat of blood out of one of the infernal pests. "These little fuckers...
The Melinda 109: A Little Shop Story PART ONE "I can't believe it's here!" Webb said excitedly. Soapy shook his head, as Plato and Cato dismembered the packing case, and pulled Melinda 109 out. She was something-five seven or maybe five eight inches tall. Blonde. Icy sapphire eyes. Beautiful face, much like Mary Hart from Entertainment Tonight, but with mu...
Chapter 1 Ei Incumbit Probatio Qui Dicit, Non Qui Negat. English translation: The burden of proof is on he who declares, not on he who denies. True maybe in a court of law but not in Donovan Corbett's world. No one in his world appeared at all familiar with the fundamental right of innocent until proven guilty. Two weeks had passed. Two very long weeks....