Chap. 1 "Human dignity is more precious than prestige." Claude McKay, 1939 "We'll contact you if any openings become available," said the man on the other end of the phone. Hakim had called to follow-up on a job interview he had had the day before. He had quickly caught on that "we'll contact you if a job comes up" really meant, "hell no, you ain't g...
Sally and John sat in their new double recliner and watched the video screens that lined the wall of his office. They wore white terrycloth robes. Sally had high heels, stockings and a garter belt underneath the robe, John wore only slippers. John played with Sally's hand, putting it to his lips now and then. He liked to kiss his wedding ring on her finger....
[My apologies to you all for the delay... Real life work intruded for a considerable while. I really hope you think is has been worth the wait] * * * * * "Come with me," she said her in haughtiest, sexiest voice. "We have a busy morning in front of us." You don't know the half of it, I told myself. I dabbed her body with the towel, which gave her skin a w...
Farah Bukhari was sixty-five, a grandmother and loving, loyal with her to her husband Mamood. With two grown daughters, and their grandchildren she always loved her husband, and was a devout Muslim wife. That was until a fortnight ago she had discovered her husband of almost forty-five years had lived a double-life of his own. He had been hiding a gambling,...
Mark Moves to Chastened, Florida After winning a bid to handle the interior design of a Community College being constructed in the nearby city of Chastened, Mark moved there from Sarasota. Several months after moving to Chastened, Mark had met several other influential people from the area, including the mayor and other leading political figures. Through t...
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it. I've had a long standing love of Irish lasses. Their eyes, complexion, smiles have always warmed my heart, and a few have broken it. Constructive criticism as always is welcome in the comments, others will be dealt with in the usual manner. *** Things had worked out surprisingly well, with the h...
This is actually a Romance, you may not think it is from the beginning but I needed to set the tone and history as vividly as I could. The woman does get the man in the end so it's a Romance. ***** Like most people I believed, truly believed I had the best marriage. Beth and I grew up across the street from each other, we walked to school and then high sch...
It's been a while since the first installment, so if you're not inclined to go back and read chapter one, here's a synopsis. I had finagled my way to the ultimate swingers weekend at the home of Robin and Jeffry Johnson, third generation auto money trust-fund scions who have an estate/compound in Bloomfield Hills, Michigan, one of the wealthiest zip codes i...
This chapter is not meant to stand alone. Please begin at the beginning to appreciate this tale. * Wednesday, October 24 As soon as Emerson left I chased a giggling and playful Veronica up the stairs towards our bedroom . When I caught her just inside the door and tried to kiss her, she wiggled free and proceeded to teasingly push me towards the large be...
Alisyn was planning on this seduction whether or not she was going to be in the FFFF. She watched Kelly grow from a scrawny awkward young girl to a gorgeous young lady. She had been babysitting for Alisyn for a couple of years and over the past summer she had blossomed to a very, very desirable woman. Alisyn stood before the group looking nervous; "Ladies,...