8: Hot Lips In a ten room apartment just off Fifth Avenue on 65th Street, Mr. Phelps Phelps was leaning forward to touch his wife's chin with the fingers of his right hand. Mr. Phelps was standing and Mrs. Phelps was sitting just in front of him. Mr. Phelps wore a dark suit, a gray silk tie, a white handkerchief in the left breast pocket of his jacket. Mrs....
This story is inspired by and modeled after a television show, Mad Men, appearing on AMC. However, nothing that happens in this story has happened on the series. Please be advised, the story is quite sexist as it describes a very sexist time, just like in the show. It's a satirical look at advertising and ads. Please note, all characters are at least eightee...
This is the 2nd of a 3 chapter story. You will need to read chapter 1 for this to make sense. Chapter 3 will be posted in the Romance section. ***** My first stop was in London. While there, Sam wanted me to think about how the company could open a small office, probably in the UK, to support our quickly growing European and Middle Eastern business. I ne...
Chapter 9 Brother's Keeper copyright June/2012 Another part in the saga of Rollie Chambers. Constructive comments, emails, and critiques are looked forward to and appreciated. Thank you for taking the time to read and possibly comment on my work. I hope you enjoy this chapter. ******************** "Rollie Chambers," he said, answering his cell phone....
Chapter 4 Walk Like a Man "Hey, Shane, come on in and sit down," Carol Beringer said, looking up from a thick file on her desk. She moved the half-lens reading glasses that had been perched low on her nose to the top of her gray head. "Guess what's come back?" "My test scores," Shane said, closing the door and moving to slouch in the chair in front of...
Day 2: Taking Control I wake up the next morning spooning you from behind. You're quiet, so I assume you're still asleep. Your hair is in my face and I breathe deeply in the scent of it and of your skin. Despite our showers I can also smell your pussy. The scent of you brings back the memories of the passionate night before and it's intoxicating. My cock st...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the final chapter of "My Life is Different". It's the least erotic of all the stories I write for this website, and it's the one that generates the least amount of fan-mail. I've also pretty much run out of ideas for things for Buffy and Willow to do. Buffy the Vampire Slayer was once my favorite TV show, and I've enjoyed breathing som...
Author's Notes: Sorry it took so long to get Part three submitted. It turned out to be much longer than I thought. I want to thank people for all the praise that I was given for Parts one and two, and I hope that this lives up to your expectations. Special thanks to my new and first ever editor Yellow Peril, he did a whole lot of work on this story, with...
1 The sun rose and shined its beautiful light upon the campus town of The University of Texas. It was a Saturday, an elegant one at that where the neighbors of the school were walking their dogs, mowing their lawns, tending to their houses, and among others working out in the nice, warm, sun. Among the residence who took advantage of the nice, warm, weat...
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown. The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock T S Eliot ◊◊◊◊◊ There is a tree I think of from time to time. A tree in winter, it's limbs bare. Blackened bark, wet with cold rain. I stand and look at it's limbs fracturing upward i...