December 1980 The club's annual Christmas party was winding down, and Sally was feeling very little pain. She'd been tossing back screwdrivers most of the night with her mother, while Sylvia looked on, nursing her soda. Sylvia was her mom's official driver for the night, since she was still too young to drink, and besides, after seeing what alcohol was doi...
24 Lis hung out across the street from Nikki's apartment building for over an hour. She knew that the short haired brunette would be finishing a "matinee" as the girls called it and should be home by 4 or 5pm. A "matinee" was the term the girls used for a late lunch rendezvous with a client. Sometimes there was actually a lunch involved but most times it wa...
Evelyn and Brittany relaxed in the comfortable leather seating of the private jet as it cruised back towards Dallas. Both were pleased their plans were coming together; both were apprehensive about the dangerous missions ahead. “I’ve asked the pilots to fly me on to LAX after we drop you off in Dallas.” Evelyn stated. “I need to get some fresh clothes, may...
After what could only be termed a terrible divorce, I decided I needed a road trip. I hadn't been anywhere in a long time and before I was married I would often take off for weekend jaunts. It was a way for me to clear my head. Packing a bag I threw it in the back seat of my vintage Mustang Convertible and headed off. I loved this car, I had bought when I w...
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All characters are adults. ***** My name is Bud. After the state released me from prison I used my few dollars of separation money to start life anew someplace where opportunity wasn't rare or, worse, unknown. So I rode the bus to Gulfport, a town about the size of Savannah, on the Gulf of Mexico. At Gulfport I went to the halfway house I hadda referral t...
'God, I hope that's not taped onto my paintwork,' Alan thought to himself regarding the "Just Married" sign affixed to the back of his vanishing Rolls Royce Phantom limousine, carrying away his only daughter Eve and Adam her groom. Not that it mattered unduly, he would almost certainly lose the car in the upcoming divorce settlement anyway and have to make...
The rain was falling in sheets, the sky dark from the cloud cover even though it was barely past 5 pm on this mid-July Tuesday. I was in bumper-to-bumper traffic half a mile from home, my forward progress thwarted by train after train full of downtown Chicago commuters passing through the crossing a few blocks ahead. As I sat waiting to drive forward my eye...
Welcome back into my imagination. In this story, I envision life as a furry. My character is an anthropomorphic horse. He's a member of a small but growing population of a subspecies that resulted from an ill-fated attempt to expand the lifespan of horses by injecting them with human DNA while they were still in the womb. As you would expect, the result wa...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Or is it? All characters herein are imaginary. Or are they? All events described here are fictitious. Oh, really? All locales described here are real and actual. If you had been to the unnamed places, you would recognize them. But this story is not to be taken seriously. Or is it? All sexual activity depicted here invol...