Cameron stood in front of Julian Arinson, President of Shacrow VanMeter College. The office was a good-sized room, filled with things that complimented the colonial décor. Except this time, the décor probably WAS colonial and not just a mockup. As she studied the desk in front of her, Cameron heard the click of the door as the girl in the black cloak, Aunali...
I had been working as a sales manager for a consumer electronics wholesaler based out of Honolulu for several years when a Japanese wholesaler asked if I would head up their sales department in Japan. They wanted to bring western selling techniques and strategies to their organization, especially since we, in the US, were taking market share away from them....
"Baby, I'm done in the bathroom...you need to get up," Ann called out from the other room. She'd woken up first, and I had heard her in the shower at some point, but I'd dozed back off. Then I heard the hair dryer after she'd gotten out, and it woke me up again for a moment. But it was all so fuzzy. I mean, I knew what the noises were, but it seemed more li...
Snow began to fall heavily outside the airplane terminal, but I tried not to look at it. I felt nervous enough about the flight back home, and the idea of flying through a snowstorm was even less appealing. My eyes traveled around the room, surveying the faces of my fellow passengers. I noticed several quick glances at the windows of gate 7, usually followed...
They had inherited their hair, eyes, body and figure from their mother. Only their face showed a glimpse of the father leaving no doubt as to their parentage. They not only looked alike but they wore their hair in the same style and donned identical clothes. Their voice and mannerism were also alike. Both of them were full of mischief all the time. They enj...
(Again, I originally published this story under the name of NewForester, but I now write under the name of Rockycoveboy. I hope you enjoy the story second time around.) ***** Rabat, the capital of Morocco, situated on the north-western coast of Africa. Its teeming streets, its hot climate, miles and miles of sand, and Atlantic waters, making it a wonderful...
The following story has been written as a reader request, this is a fictionalized telling of true events. This is a multi-part story and is nearing its end. My thanks go to my friend Fabio for the inspiration. This story is the fourth reader request I have done. If you enjoy it, feel free to contact me with a story idea, and maybe I can write something from...
Chapter 1. To the Country “Hey Jim,” dad called, “you’ve got an invitation from Cleo to go and spend some time at Ivy Cottage.” “What? Why’s she inviting me?” “Oh, the last time I wrote I mentioned you were going to do a course in agriculture, so she’s written – well, here’s the letter, you read it.” Sure enough it was an invitation and part of it read,...
The car door slams shut in the driveway as I run the comb through my long black hair, completing the preparations on which I have spent hours as I await my benefactor's return. It is ironic that even though I have spent all day primping, I am wearing almost nothing. To ensure that I remain free, my strategy will be to titillate him so that while I am his gue...
By Woodmanone copyright June/2012 There are no descriptive sex scenes in this story. So what's new? Same ole, same ole for my work. Constructive comments, emails and critiques are requested and much appreciated. Thank you for taking the time to read my story and I hope you enjoy it. ******************** "Don't hit me. Please, for God's sake don't hit me...