This story is based on personal experience. Big Cock Fantasy readers will have met Gaynor - but not like this! As always, I hope you have a stimulating read and thanks to those who are riding all the way to the terminus. It's some distance off. Nice to have company. Comments are appreciated. ~~~~~~~ NOW I COULD have cried, or at least roared out in pain...
Introduction. The ways of the Official are many, varied, and often formal. That their methods and phrases - often arcane or even quaint to the modern ear - are accepted goes without saying. In dealing with an 'Official' you have to listen very carefully; often to long sentences and unfamiliar words that almost borders on 'legalese' or 'jargon'. We seem to...
Copyright 2009 by madengineer3 I want to thank grylion for his excellent help in editing this story. * This science based fiction is just fiction. It is, however, based upon good solid science, as opposed to the fluff popular scientific views. Some names are real, and their work is real, but are to be taken as stories based upon celebrities. No disrespect...
Up front I'll say that I'm no Adonis. I'm not movie star handsome, I don't have an especially great body and truth be told I'm not much more than average in any of the hundreds of things that women look for in a man. God only knows why Mellisa decided to chase after me. I started working part time for the XYZ Corporation when I was a seventeen-year-old high...
Brenda has just called Suzie, immediately after she and Bill finished their second round of sex. Bill is lying quietly on the bed listening to Brenda's end of the conversation. Special Note: I've slightly re-written the last two paragraphs of Chapter 2. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you," Brenda practically yelled into the phone. Then listened to Suzie talk...
It had been a terrible accident. The car was a complete write off and it was hard to even recognize that it had been a car! The truck had lost its brakes and had careered down the hill and across the intersection which I had been unfortunate enough to be crossing! Let me tell you about myself. I am 39 years old and am married to the best girl in the world....
From the time we are born our lives develop according to the environment in which we live. I am not eliminating choice in character as he or she develops, I am saying that the path we walk will often present us with a choice and at times it is impossible to know how those choices will affect other choices we make and the places where we might arrive. So it...
Perched in the doorway between deep sleep and wakefulness, I know that it is dawn. I can see light through my closed eyelids, and the rhythms of nocturnal sounds have stopped. The citizens of daylight—pets, people, sparrows, cattle, are all preparing for their appearance in the day, and do so in quietude. It is silent, building, awaiting activity. The chill...
I live on a quiet residential road in North West London, backing onto a park. I have a newly refurbished room with access to a back garden that is shared with the house next door. The landlord owns both houses and I have lived in several rooms in each. Fortunately for me the back rooms -- as well as having access to the garden -- are the ones which have thei...
Earl at Work Earl Houck, 62, had just left his morning inventory meeting with his boss, the owner of a local hardware and lumber store. Earl loved his job. He was entirely in charge of purchasing and inventory control for the business. The owner, his boss, had hired him when he wanted to expand but realized his prices were too high because he was no good at...