Rubies are Red. Part 23. Paul The door to an inner office opened and we were ushered inside. Behind a large desk a thin man in a dark suit wearing thick glasses sat. I would have put him as being in his sixties. Three chairs had been placed in front of the desk and the man invited us to sit with a wave of his hand. The man who had shown us in walked behi...
I had been with the company for three years and thinking about leaving until I was transferred to a mid-size Rocky Mountain town. For me it was a dream come true; out of the city, fresh mountain air, and plenty of open road to ride my bike. Being 28 I had been into road bicycles since college and I was a weekend racer. In my new environment and with my new j...
Nalini had been surprised that most of the rest of the team had apparently followed her all the way down to Kent after a single call-out. They had also had to introduce her to Kate, but now the group of them were gathered in a small private room close to the intensive care ward. "Why the sudden interest?" asked the group's medical officer, dark eyes flittin...
Tobias had been waiting at the bar for nearly two hours. Stood up again, he thought. He'd stopped looking for Beth, the brunette he was supposed to meet tonight, and paid more attention to his glass. When the bartender gave him that, "ready for another?" look Tobias just nodded and a fresh glass of draught appeared on the bar. He slid a bill across the bar t...
WARNING: English is NOT my first language - I have learned it in school and practiced it a lot in trading, but this is (even though pornographic) supposed to be literature. So please bear with me, or, if not, just read something else. I also need to mention that the story is true, depicting my personal memory. All the names and/or places may have been cha...
I promised to meet Kenneth at a truck stop in Cohutta, Georgia. He was one of my very favorite bus riders – always right up front and ready to whoop and holler when I came on board at the start of a trip. I loved his ardent appreciation of my many talents, as well as the way he kissed and sucked all the fine toys on my lovely body. He had a wonderfully hard...
Hey, there. My name is Alicia Sloan Rayshawn. I'm just a curvy and very voluptuous black woman living in Boston. I work as a nurse at Mass General Hospital. My husband Jack Rayshawn is a corrections officer down in Plymouth. He is currently studying Criminal Justice at Bridgewater State College in order to become a police officer. His father Armand Rayshawn...
My name is Jack. I'm a gigolo. Chase away everything that crossed your mind the moment you read that. Forget Richard Gere in American Gigolo. Nice clothes and car, and who wouldn't have wanted to bang Lauren Hutton in her prime, but that's not me. I also don't look like Fabio, the chiseled stallion on the cover of romance novels. In fact, I probably don'...
Steve rolled himself to the sickbay under his own power but was quickly overtaken by nurses and doctors asking this and that as they pushed him to a room. He let the sound of their fussing wash over him. He answered what he could like no, he never lost consciousness, yes, he was still bleeding in some places, no, his bones hadn't healed yet, no, no one else...
I walk into the bar on SW Alaska Street just after 5pm and sit down at a table. At that point, I had not had sex for four years, one month, one week, and three days. It had been even longer since I had been out on a real date. ===== At first it was by choice, then habit. Finally fear. I didn't just avoid women, I avoided humankind as much as I co...