A story for a friend by a friend to re-light the imagination... Rick approached the ordinary house in the ordinary street. The car which had been advertised in the paper, and which was the purpose of his visit, was parked on the drive. He had a quick look at it as he passed up the drive, it seemed to be what he was looking for. He reached the front door and...
“Oh, shit!” he exclaimed. It dawned on him twelve blocks from home that he’d forgotten to take his briefcase. He glanced at his watch and decided, with luck, that he’d be able to make his 9:00 class. He hurried back to his house and entered the unlocked front door and picked up the briefcase that he’d left sitting in the foyer. As he headed back toward the...
The waiting room is small, functional yet intimate, a quiet and respectful place with a handful of seats set around three of the walls. You take a seat and glance at the clock on the wall, there's 5 minutes until your appointment. With a deliberate, slow, deep breath you check in on your heart, feeling her familiar race and willing her to be calm, she's sa...
SO FAR: Maggie marries to become Mrs de Lacey but the honeymoon is scarcely over before she and Ryan are split over a major business decision with Ryan taking the moral high ground; he goes off to sleep at a motel. Gradually Maggie through the support of her mom realizes she has put self before community. In fact she accepts she has little knowledge of what...
Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude words. It's fairly tame, and I'm pretty broad-minded, but the decency laws in most states would require it not be read by persons under 18. Also, if you're offended by adult themes, you should probably leave now. More importantly, this tale features women presented as sexual objects. There is nothi...
Belton, Texas, 1989 Cactus Sports Bar was the busiest place on a Sunday and owner of the hottest wings west of the Mississippi. It was pregame, the sounds of Ton Loc's 'Funky Cold Medina' rocking the bar. "Hey Parker, we call this the 'Dwight Clark shelf.' You have to reach up way high," Randy the bartender teased. "Oh that is so cruel," Linda sympath...
"Stephen, what's in this big wooden trunk," Sarah my soon to be ex-wife asked as we cleared out the loft of my soon to be ex family home. "I don't know, junk probably," I suggested. "It might be bone China, we agreed I had the China." she said greedily as she stood there and if I half closed my eyes I could pretend she looked sexy with her in her dungarees...
After the girls left and Bobby had grilled two tenderloins to perfection, she mounted him again in the hope he would last long enough to satisfy her properly. Hope gave way to frustration when the outcome was no different than the previous tries. If any good came from the curtailed sex it was in the process of feeding him yet another mixed cocktail of his cr...
Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude words. It's fairly tame, and I'm pretty broad-minded, but the decency laws in most states would require it not be read by persons under 18. Also, if you're offended by adult themes, you should probably leave now. More importantly, this tale features women presented as sexual objects. There is not...
*I hope you guys this enjoy this chapter, and thanks for your continued interest!* It was the ringing of her landline that woke Jeneda from her nap, and hoping that Dane was the caller, she reached out to lift the receiver, then placed it against her ear. "Hello?" "We need to have a serious talk, Jeneda." Recognizing the cold, stern voice as her fathe...