Introduction Life was going great for you. Your guardians were great and let you do things your way, your older sibling was not a total idiot. Nothing to complain, or write home about. The high school was ending, you have been accepted to the college, and your eighteenth birthday was a bash to remember! Well. To be fair you have not remembered large parts o...
I'm the manager of a storefront travel agency in the Las Vegas area. This agency is part of a chain of fourteen stores in Southern California, Arizona and Nevada. With the increased use of Internet travel sites our agency has had to sponsor different types of promotions to draw clients to our store to make bookings. Some of these promotions are as much as a...
Note: This story is entirely fictional written for readers' enjoyment, and bears no resemblance to any people living or dead. It is in a sense of re-working of some of the concepts behind my "Burrinjack Social Club" story, which I was never fully satisfied with (& is my lowest scoring story). It also picks up characters from my previous story, "Fun In The Tr...
You know, I think hammocks were invented by some diabolical trickster-god, one with a truly sadistic sense of humor. Every time I lie upon one the suspension rope breaks, or the anchor comes loose, and down I come, returning to the Earth which bore me with a sudden, sullen, but not to be understated thud. There's nothing like the feeling of being struck with...
A request for a friend - enjoy! Do you have a fetish? There are many out there who do. Whether it be feet, stockings, spanking, underwear or inanimate objects, chances are you'll know someone with some kind of fetish. I have a confession to make. I've always had a huge fetish for men in uniform and positions of authority. I can't explain why this particu...
I dated, slept with, had carnal knowledge of, and generally was attached to Sylvia Avery for my entire time in college. Well, not the entire time. Midway through our senior year, Sylvia informed me that she had met some guy when she was home from school last summer in Galveston, Texas and was, well, going to marry him. Needless to say I was dumbfounded. Hit...
Prelude: Economy Flight Author's Note: This short section is largely a repeat of the end of How [K]itten Met [T]eddybear. If you have read that story, you can skip this chapter. *** Depart: 9:20 a.m., Arrive: 12:05 a.m. Sat, May 26 Philadelphia (PHL),Los Angeles, CA (LAX) Travel Time: 5 hr 45 mn Distance: 3,406 miles Flight: IT641 Aircraft: Airbus A...
"Can I thank you? Because a girlfriend told me that wasn't the thing to say," she said. I just giggled, snogged her and fell off of her. "You're welcome," I chuckled some more, standing off of the bed. "Night's still young, champagne and a Jacuzzi?" I asked, well aware I'd see her again if I gave her the Presidential Suite in Central to solicit from whilst...
now... One She leaves first thing in the morning with a small carry bag. I saw her pack it: skimpy lingerie, sex toys, phone charger. This is why she's getting away from me, to fuck other men and herself. We hug at the door, and I'm tempted to ask her to stick around for one more fuck, but what's the use? It won't really make either of us feel better. It...
“Maybe we should give this place a try,” Sylvia was sitting across from her husband at breakfast. She was waiting for her Muesli to cool down as she perused the Times Travel section. Her husband was pecking at his walnut muffin, scribbling notes on his pad. Tim said he had all his best design ideas while asleep and needed to jot them down as soon as he wok...