In our marketing class our professor defined marketing as being able to sell snow to Eskimos. Others have defined, "Marketing is helping your customers understand how much they need something they never knew they needed." Doreen Moran - Digital Strategist The professor told us after our third lesson we would have to demonstrate our marketing skills for a f...
This is a work of fiction. All characters are over 18. It is very loosely based on a rumor I heard many years ago, long before Grey's Anatomy. It is strictly about a man and a woman. As for the sex, it's not particularly wild. If you're looking for a quick read-n-jerk, this will disappoint you. There is no wine. There are no flowers. It is bittersweet story...
*According to statistics (which may be underreported), some 20 veterans PER DAY commit suicide due to PTSD. I decided to write this story after learning that a second Marine I served with took his own life over the holidays. I've never even been depressed, so I can't begin to imagine how awful it is to be a prisoner of one's own mind due to memories one can'...
I woke in an empty bed to the sound of water running in the bathroom. I stumbled out of bed and walked into the bathroom. What I saw held me spellbound. Lynn and Gina were stood under the shower, the water running off their glistening bodies. They were softly kissing with their breasts pressed together. Each had a hand between the other one's thighs and was...
The people were having a blast on the dance floor. The DJ had a great mix of songs that kept the people on the dance floor busy. In the middle of the dance floor was Nisha and her hubby Karthik. Both didn't know how to dance and were a comedy to look at. They started making twirls to the rhythm of the music. Adi and Ajay were at the bar, distributing drinks...
Martin Murphy listened for the sounds of the nurse bringing his afternoon meds. According to the radio he had been listening to it was about that time. The nurses were punctual enough to set your watch by. He heard something. No mistaking that sound, he only ever heard it on Monday mornings when the nurses stood inspection on each ward. The rest of the time,...
I had been a virgin when Kenny first made love to me. It happened following an evening like what you would read about in a novel and we were very much in love. We married less then a year later and settled into the routine of being part of a large family. This was a family of high morals wrapped up in a religion that was the backbone of their principles. Lar...
At eight o’clock on a raw spring night I met the donor in a small eatery near the Old River Street bridge, just around the corner from the vampress' apartment. The weather that night was so perfectly suited to my mission that it almost seemed a joke, wet, dim, and misty, with fog climbing up from the river in the cool air and blurring all the hard edges of t...
Thankfully, the trial was little more than a formality. I walked from the courthouse a free man, albeit a man with a heavy cloud over his head. I was cleared of the grievous bodily harm of my girlfriend by a jury of five men, four women and three non-binaries. The accusation levelled at me by the prosecution was that I had set out to purposely and maliciousl...
The Britain Acres Institute where I worked, is both a medical clinic and health spa, owned and operated by women. The clinic staff is entirely made up of medical doctors, CMTs, and Registered Nurses. I'd been working there about a year and a half when the head office at the clinic called me in and instructed me that I must wear a "male chastity device". Th...