Saturday is when I run around and take care of all the chores I can’t get done during the week. I pulled into the mall to drop off a pair of boots for resoling and check out the new sound systems at the stereo shop for a client – I make my living as an electronics and computer guru. I parked my truck (driving a pickup is wonderful cover for a transplanted Ya...
Ohayo gozaimasu, my friends. It's a traditional Japanese greeting, one which means "good morning." The name is Hisako Masajuro-Toussaint. My family came to the City of San Diego, California, from the island of Kyushu, Japan, in the turbulent, shimmering summer of 1973. A year later, I enrolled at the local university to begin my higher education journey. It...
Vanessa peeked at Melinda and me screwing almost every time we had sex over the next couple of months, at least as far as I could tell. Bedtime for the kids was the cue that it was show time for Melinda and Paul. Saturday nights used to be Hockey Night in Canada but for Melinda and me they became Nookie Night in Canada. I was losing track of how the team was...
(Author's note: This story is an entry into the third Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story will be kept secret until Wednesday, November 20, 2013, when the author will be revealed in the comments section following this story. There are no prizes awarded during FAWC; this is simply a friendly competition.) (Inspiration f...
I’d been working as a doorman of this club called The Loft for two years now. It was a good job. Good pay, $30 an hour. Flexible hours so I could study during the week, I typically only worked Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights. People always asked, doesn’t it suck having to work every weekend while they got to drink? Not really. I was used to working weeken...
Every adventure story needs an epilogue to tie up the loose ends. At least, that's what I learned while sitting on my tuches in English 101. A lot went down since my divorce and it seems to have worked out well for everybody involved, even Barry. Let's start with Dolores, my nanny. Since the divorce, she became my best friend. Frankly, I wouldn't be able to...
I often visit the Philippines. I am very fond of filipinas and, although many are not so interested in foreigners, there are a considerable number that view a white western guy as a good catch, for a number of reasons: we are perceived as rich, and comparatively speaking we probably are; children with a white father are lighter in color, and that is valued;...
The stars shimmered against their black backdrop of sky as Charlaine awoke from her post-orgy nap. A cup of hot ginger tea was at her bedside and Jamaica smiled down softly at her from the overstuffed armchair by the bedside table. Charlaine's personal staff had given her the pampering her sore body craved after their very intimate introductions to her. She...
Ellie and I grew up nicely. Ellie’s mom is one of the most gorgeous Latino women I’ve ever seen, and her dad is a tall, dark, African god, built like a football player. Their genes mixed perfectly to produced Ellie, who would give any top model a run for her money in any beauty contest. She’s almost 5’11”, and totally fit. We played soccer since childhood, s...
This is the third Convertible story. The first two, "The Convertible" and its sequel "The Convertible -- Another Road" are closely connected and should be read together, but from this story onward the Convertible stories will all be standalones, the charmed 1955 TR2 being the sole thread tying them together. Sometimes when writing a story, help comes from u...