"No man but a blockhead ever wrote, except for money." Samuel Johnson (1709-1784) Once again I find myself in the position of being a mere scribe, presenting a story which I purchased with three very expensive drinks at an airport bar. I never met the protagonist before nor do I know his real name. There was something in his eye that said not to ask too m...
On his way home from work, TA called Wendi. She was already home from work. He told her to get dressed for dinner because they are going to have a nice dinner. He asked her to put on her nice sexy black dress. He loved this dress. It was plain and simple but yet sexy. TA told her he would love for her to wear her garter belt and thigh-hi's with not underwear...
Natalie was pissed off and that was putting it mildly. The whole weekend had been ruined as far as she was concerned. The atmosphere in the car was icy, as neither her nor her husband Jeff had spoken for an hour during the trip home from what was to have been a romantic, sexy weekend. It had started out fine; she had been looking forward to getting away to...
Mrs. Jackson pulled her Denali into the circle drive before parking the car in front of the entrance to the North Kansas City Medical Center. Sweat poured off her forehead and her body ached from the workout she had just completed at the gym. She glanced at the doors as she took a sip from her water bottle. The cold liquid dripped down her chin and onto her...
Charles Richards and Diana Maitland were exiting the private FBI plane outside the terminal building at the Las Vegas airport when the pilot, Gordon Brown, piped up and said, "Good luck, you two. I know I don't need to tell you guys to have fun. And by the way, welcome to the Mile High club! But, you know, you're only required to do it once to become members...
I am Rupesh, 39 yrs old businessman from Bombay India.I am a great fan of IndianPassion stories and thought I should narrate my experience with all the readers. I am carrying on our family business which has been going on for years now. A year after I was married my father said he wanted to retire and handing over everything to me went to settle down to our...
We are a mid-fifties couple that enjoys engaging in some scenarios that allow us to express our voyeuristic and exhibitionistic sides. One of these particular scenarios takes place on the roadway. My wife and I enjoy it when she exposes herself to some unsuspecting truckers along their travels on the Long Island Expressway in New York. The playtime usually s...
From the Start: Driving around on a Sunday afternoon somewhere between Dallas and Ft. Worth on Highway 114 in around 1969. Driving around surely exhibits being raised in the country where just driving around was the objective for many a Sunday afternoon. First wife and I were just kicking back, relaxing and enjoying the bright sunny autumn day in north Texa...
What Happened at the Warehouse Office One Friday Evening (Part I) I was picking up the weekend shipment of tools, parts and supplies for my company from the Apexco warehouse one Friday. After loading the truck, I went to the office at the front of the property to hand off some papers to the manager. It was about 5:30pm and the sun was giving the commercial...
Amateur weekend race-car co-driver for hire, Aldo Proudfoot, was driving his Porsche 911 bi-turbo Cabriolet at full-throttle at 3 am in his country's only Super Highway Grade 1. That first stretch of grade 1 super highway had no maximum speed restrictions, although there was a slow speed restriction of 75 mph minimum. Vehicles travelling at slower than 75...