Bill and I are having a hard time right now making the bills. I knew for the sake of both of our sanity that I would have to get a job so I could help pay the pressing bills. The problem all started over a year ago when Bill decided that we needed a new car. If he had bought one we could afford, well we would not be in this mess. No, he had to buy a big new...
For contributors As was stated at the top: while there were will be two general threads to go off of (for a guy and girl), feel free to create your own characters or scenarios. The only shared premise among them needs to be that they find themselves, however you decide that happens, in this universe and, as The Eagles would say, "You can check out any t...
Flying back to Vegas, I had some more time to think. I took the opportunity to fuck two of the girls on board and to eat, but my mind was elsewhere. My mind was still trying to digest what the brotherhood told me and what I was. I knew the Torbinas changed my DNA so as to help humans evolve, but I didn't realize how far it went, how virile I was, how long I...
This was way back, 50 years ago. Everything costs more now but, of course, everyone makes a lot more now. So this isn't in today's terms but those of the 1950's. But it's true. Well, parts of it are true. I finished my Army service, never even shipped out to Korea. Got a job, started earning a little money. Not a lot but it kept getting a little better. The...
In recent week's I've read how the economy is getting better, how jobs are becoming more plentiful and how overall things are turning around. Sometimes what you read in the newspaper or see on television just doesn't ring true closer to home. Having been out of college two years, my psychology degree hasn't been put to good use, unless good use is being a...
Dedication: I note that many authors dedicate a story to or for someone. I'd like to dedicate this story to Pogy who is in the next dimension. Without Pogy, none of this would probably have ever happened; Pogy gave his life in Viet Nam. Preface: As I write, I'm a white 50 something married female. What I'm about to relate below is NOT fiction, it is non-f...
Here is a little short story about love, sex, and survival. What If Tomorrow Never Comes? As I was driving back home that afternoon, my mind was trying to sort out all of the details of what had happened. The news of two situations that suddenly sprang up in my life were weighing heavily on me. Sitting on the seat next to me were two large envelopes conta...
I sat in the spacious office with the gigantic walnut desk separating me from Darla Worthington, President of Armstrong Industries. I was sweating bullets, being 53 years old and out of work for the past six months. I had to have a job fast, or I would soon be on food stamps. I nervously watched Ms. Worthington slip through the pages of the rather large fol...
Hester was an amazing woman and I might have loved her had I not been older than her father and if she had given me a blow job on the bus instead of just a hand job. It was that close and yes, as simple as open, insert and suck. But that never happened and sadly I never loved her. Now I've always loved a woman's hands, the intricate delicacy of her fingers,...
This has been one heck of a year. Early on I was juggling two jobs, skimping on nearly everything and merely trying to make ends meet. Today I got flowers on my doorstep. Okay, lots of girls get flowers from guys. I know. But it's not just the flowers, but the new job that I've really gotten good at, as well as the people I've met. I've got a few bucks in...