My friends and colleagues like to tease me; call me 'anal.' I can remember a time when it was called 'meticulous' or fastidious.' Gradually, it became 'fussy' (I think age determines that distinction) and gradually became 'anal.' That fastidious and meticulous nature of mine also helped in my first real after-school job at Pounders Restaurant. I was a dishw...
Before reading this little adventure, I would ask you to please read the earlier parts of The Weekend story. Originally intended as a stand-alone story the first part has been changed slightly at the suggestion of several readers in order to extend and complete the tale of our heroine. An absolute figment of my imagination, there may not be enough sexual s...
It was the first week in October. The afternoon air was pleasant. It would become quite cold, as soon as the sun set. It had been an early fall. Joan was glad to have the hot tub. Allen did not make enough money, to afford such luxuries. Lisa bought it when she moved in. They had lived on a limited budget, since they had bought the old farm on the edge of t...
The warm, gentle wind swept playfully through the vibrancy of another summers night at Williams University. The dorm houses buzzed with excitement and anticipation for a night of celebration, and as tonight officially marked the end of another semester, it was definitely a reason for celebration. The campus was filled with beaming smiles and relaxed faces, a...
What had started as an evening of skimpy lingerie and five women in various states of undress, an evening that had seemed destined to be the stuff of wet dreams, quickly settled into a rather dull, uneventful affair. Sure, Jessica Braeburn, Ginger Gold, and Amy Melrose were all sitting in intimate apparel, and the breasts of both Rachel Wilks and Lauren Lafr...
Editor In Residence Philip Johnson Prologue Greg lived next door to Laura and Wayne, her husband, who was in the late stages of colon cancer. He watched her as she picked at the few flowers she had planted and he marveled at how she, though as tall as she was, could bend down with ease as she pulled weeds. Laura wasn't an especially...
It was a rainy Spring day in Dallas. The early morning drive to the airport was tedious as the traffic began to build for rush-hour traffic. As I stared out the window of our SUV my mind drifted off to earlier times when I was a young drifter in Oklahoma. I grew up on a farm and eventually began working on a nearby Ranch. I learned to break horses and eventu...
Welcome to Part TWO of The Florida Trip. This is intended as a direct sequel to my previous Trip series, The Baseball Trip. Think of this as The Baseball Trip: Season Two. You don't have to read the original story to get what's going on here, but it'll definitely help. Everyone is over the age of 18. I was back in the hot tub. Sitting in the warm, sudsy w...
None of my friends and family would ever believe I'd go to a sex club like this. They know me as a conservative, kind of prudish girl. I certainly won't be putting anything that happens here tonight on my Facebook page! That would sure change their view of me. When I found out my company was sending me to San Francisco for my very first out-of-town busines...
Have you ever watched the TV show impractical jokers? Well, that's how this whole story begins. The show is about 4 lifelong friends that challenge each other to do embarrassing things in public. If the joker fails or refuses the challenge, he may face a punishment later in the show. My gorgeous wife Linda and I would frequently watch this show together and...