Chapter 2 -- The evening continues. "I need the bathroom Paul." Jean said as she stopped juggling with my balls and released them from her left hand to stand up. "Mines a large G & T if you are getting drinks." "Your wish is my command." I replied Returning with the large gin and tonics I began to think back over the past few hours when Jean's voice brou...
As Billy and Shirley watched Mandy ride away with the truck driver to God knows where, they knew from now on it was just the two of them that would be finishing the long journey back to her house in the suburbs of Chicago's north side. It would be Shirley alone who would be facing her husband and trying to work out the problems they had before all this happe...
Mai was ready for another new experience. Something she'd fantasized about with me, and even before we met. We hadn't planned this, but we were ready for it, and the timing was perfect. Mai is a tall Nordic natural blonde, slender but statuesque, and she's very good looking. Long thick lustrous hair, with natural highlights of silver and pale auburn, a bea...
This story is a fantasy based on real people and actual events. The names have been changed to protect the not quite innocent and the blissfully oblivious. As difficult as it may be to believe, the real story actually begins with the end of a relationship. But first, indulge me in a little back-story. Fuck online dating sites. I hate them. They're useless....
A big 'Thank You to Estragon for editing this story. * Chapter one: When I hear the word knockers I have to admit seeing or thinking about a good looking woman with a nice set of jugs. Then there was the movie that came out called Tommy Knockers. An old girlfriend had given me a door knocker. You know, the kind that attaches to your front door and you g...
"Are you here?" were the first words I heard when I answered my cellphone as I pulled my carryon luggage behind me on my way to customs at Trudeau Airport in Montreal. It's Lover, and he's anxious, which is unusual. "Yes, I'm going down the escalator to Immigration right now," I said. "But hello to you too, and yes, the flight was fine." "Sorry, work's bee...
for A. I'm not sure how it all starts, but this is our first time together. It's a sudden encounter, perhaps I am on a job interview out West and looked you up. Somewhere along the line you decided to show me one of your favorite, private places. It's along a rocky coastline where few people go because of the strong, crashing waves, but somewhere along the...
Author's Notes: This is a stroke story, so if that isn't your sort of thing, this is your warning. This is more or less a true story, although I've naturally had to put a little artistic license in there. I can't really know exactly what's going on in someone else's head, or see everything at once. The Lynn and Lee stroke tales will eventually build into...
Thanks to Wicked Woman, as always, for editing, and rachlou for plot help. All errors omissions or inadequacies are solely mine, not theirs... * "What's in the big chocolate box?" my wife, Luci, asked, sounding as excited as a little kid. I immediately flashed back to Christmas Eve, when she had wondered what was in the big box under the tree. She had not...
aNancy pulls her coat tightly around her diminutive body in reaction to the crisp, damp Northwest air as she tries to clear her mind from the events of the past few hours. She grasps the hand rail of the porch to steady her still rubbery legs as she makes her way to her car. Walking to the car I can still feel the dampness between my legs as the mixture of m...