Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2011 * Chapter 1: Victim of Circumstances It is not possible to step twice into the same river according to Heraclitus, or to come into contact twice with a mortal being in the same state... Plutarch The Korean War caught everyone by surprise. Well, not everyone. The North Koreans and the Chinese and the Ru...
I had terrific editing help from a wonderful Montreal lady writer. Thank you N.! * * * * * The Final Betrayal She walked into my office just as I was preparing to go home. It had been a long day, and every inch of body ached from exhaustion. Sex on heels. It was the only way to describe her. Sky-high stilettoes, pointed red nails, a skin-tight dr...
I slept hard. Overwhelming response to an orgasm like the one I'd just had, for starters, and the release of life's stresses in general did it, I suppose. Woke up around 5 in the afternoon. No sight nor sound of my 'niece.' Full of energy, and with some time to kill, I decided to go for a run. Pulled on my running shorts, found my shoes, decided against a sh...
This is the second in a series of stories making up a novella. To fully get the message, do yourself a favor and read Ch. 01. As always, please vote and send constructive feedback. Your helpful comments are much appreciated. Time: Five or More Years Ago I'd worked at bank headquarters for several months and one of my employees, Sherri, and I were well int...
Author's note: In this fictional story, all sexual participants are age 18+. Views expressed are not necessarily the author's. Your constructive comments are welcome. If you like this, join the 1%ers and VOTE! First, a very brief introduction. Then, the story. Have a little patience. *****Born on XXXMas Day: Shelly(It's the worst fucking birthday ever)****...
Note from Jake Rivers: This is my seventh semi-annual "invitational." The initial one was based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." The most recent invitational included songs written or performed by Willie Nelson. The current effort consists of stories based on song titles that have a weather term in them, such as "Stormy Weather, "Foggy M...
One: Nerves, worry? Not quite worry, but nerves, yes. This meant a great deal to me. I needed this opportunity, this chance. A chance I had been waiting for, a chance that came across only once in a awhile. The first couple of years had been hard, long hours, plenty of shoe leather, leaflet drops, business cards, meeting, telephones. Yes, two years of hard...
My wife Valerie's little "bon mot" about the fact that the guy with the big cock was actually the husband of her friend from work set off little alarm bells in my head. Val was certainly smitten with large cocks, my friend Robbie and her big dildo being good examples of that. Could she be having some other ideas? I let a few days pass and then brought it u...
It was late the following morning. Jennifer was lying on her back, eyes open, staring at the ceiling, making no sound at all. Even when Peter spoke, it was as though she was deaf, as she didn't react. Her eyes showed no brief gleam of recognition and she didn't answer. The surgeon ushered Peter out of the room as the nurse prepared Jennifer for surgery. On...
Terri settled into her fuzzy warm blanket with a mug of hot cocoa. She was looking forward to a weekend alone binge watching some of her favorite TV shows. The house phone rang, she wished she could shut it off as it trilled insistently on the wall in the kitchen. The answering machine finally picked up and she snuggled back into her comfy nest. There were...