Hikari stood on the balcony of her modest one bedroom apartment. She over looked the town she worked in thinking about all she had seen in the Army. "To think all the places I been, the things I have seen, and places I have stayed and I am in a no name town in a one bedroom apartment," she thought to herself. She stood just watching traffic drinking a glass...
I had been drafted into working on a weekend afternoon by a supervisor at my organic-mix cleaning supply company. My job was just a production floor position, but I had built up enough time and trust there to be allowed free rein without direct oversight. Guys like me generally didn't want to work the overtime, but I needed the extra money and also to keep m...
My freshman year in high school I met a girl I have known since and has made my life incredible. Jane was a real free spirited, very pretty Jewish girl with fine shoulder length brown hair, a nice firm butt and a fabulous pair of tits. As the high school went on we became fast friends and along the way met Sally and Erica. Sally was an even more attractive...
"Lie back Bob, this is for you." Carrie stood naked at the foot of the bed where I was lying, propped up on the pillows. I too was naked. She picked up the bottle of oil from the dresser behind her and, pouring some into her hand, began slowly, sensuously, to rub it into her beautiful breasts. Around and around she went, taking time to tweak and fondle eac...
With a last longing look in the ladies' room mirror she shook her hair, trailed an elegant finger over her beautiful cleavage and reapplied her blood-red lipstick. Her pupils were vast and black, still dilated in luscious memory of the brutal fucking that had just been delivered by the maître d'. But that was merely the appetiser. This night was far from ov...
Anyone who tells you that working on Wall Street is an awesome gig is a flat out liar. Wall Street is filled with overambitious, sycophantic political assholes. You have no true friends. The people you hang out with after work, at office parties, in the Caf or sometimes even on the weekends are just stepping stones. You do not take anyone seriously...unless...
He enters a tavern, pup, bar, whatever the fuck it is, he just needs a drink. He's used to flying solo, but feels almost naked without his wing man, even if it's just to shoot the breeze. It's almost a tradition at this point. Business has sent them to opposite sides of the country simultaneously. Fine, they're be time for celebration later. Right now, he ne...
This story is dedicated to my first love, Brenda. We were rudely interrupted from our love affair 25 years ago by her mother and I have found her once again. She is as beautiful, exciting and wild today as she was as a teenager. In fact, she turns me on more now then she did back then. I thought of you, sweetie, as I wrote this. May we never lose one another...
© 2005 by the author, all rights reserved. The whore with a heart of gold is a myth; it's bullshit. I don't have a heart of gold. The only thing that turns me on is cash. I've worked at Sheri's Ranch in Pahrump, one hour from downtown Vegas, for the last two years and have done about anything a whore can be asked to do. The church-going hypocrites in Las V...
I still remember the first time I saw Emily. I was in grad school, walking from my almost non-existent office to my car. It was a typical early Spring day in North Carolina -- still a touch chilly, but sunny enough to remind you that Winter had breathed its last. Cutting across the quad, I saw the inevitable Ultimate Frisbee game: guys with their shirts of...