Chapter One PRELUDE: Paying His Debt Susan Rogers had her arms folded high on her chest and leaned on the window sill of her second story apartment, her chin down on those folded arms and rarely lifting from that pose. Occasionally she would wave to those below that acknowledged her but at that very moment it was of her best interest not to lift very high...
Jack was the first one to get naked. Jack was always the first one to get naked. Jack was the first one to get drunk, the first one to get stoned, the first one out the door, and always, always, the first one to get naked. He was a leader that way. We were all sailors, hikers, campers - people who loved the outdoors. But Jack was a true outdoorsman, a snow...
I wanted to scream at her. Actually, killing her would be too nice a way to end the torture. Day after day she continued to drive me nuts and there wasn't anything that I could do about it. I couldn't take the problem to management because all that would do is make me the laughing stock of the office. The problem? Working in a cubicle next to a woman who cou...
My wife Leann and I had recently spent our anniversary with our friends Mike & Sarah (see Anniversary Poker). With that experience under our collective belt, my wife started becoming more & more outspoken and daring in our marriage. She used to hesitate when she saw someone good-looking, now she would (sometimes) whistle at him (or her). I always knew she wa...
My husband has been writing many erotic stories and is still working on several others. I thought I would take my turn and see if anyone out there enjoyed my work. This story is a work of partly fantasy and partly true life situations that I have found myself involved in. Hope you enjoy. Your comments are welcomed. My husband had kept in contact with severa...
Tony walked through the glass doors of the studio at eight in the morning, unable to believe his luck. Or believe the events of the last few months. Until then Tony had been a single lonely research scientist, with a vivid imagination! He was a typical geek! He spent a lot of time doing research, and had a good reputation – his imagination had given him new...
When Sam arrived at breakfast that morning she again looked a picture of feminine sexuality, her long curly hair flowed down her back and the tight, ultra low cut black one piece she was in gave her cleavage that even I couldn't stop staring at. "Where the fuck are getting all these amazing clothes from?" I asked quietly as she sat down next to me. "My ne...
"You've met the like of him before; a big, brash, never politically correct, loud-mouth; he's uncouth, obnoxious; always right (in his own mind); prejudiced; and insufferable. That's Joe Jorgen, or as I call him, The Asshole." As this story begins The Asshole lived just down the street from me. We have a friendly neighborhood where no one likes to rock the...
I will tell you a very well known secret. I. Hate. Golf. There is nothing I enjoy about it. It's a stupid game and I am terrible at it. Yet, every year, as thanks for my work on the church auction, I receive a pair of passes to one of the local golf courses for me and a guest. My husband refuses to go with me because he hates the way I complain as he is an...
Authors Note: On my last epic tale I was criticized for posting such a long story in a single post. It was 40K words. This one is a shade under 30K, so I'll post it in three chapters. Hopefully, those who can't download it onto their computer (which is what I do for the most part) and read at their leisure can read it. Also, this is the first story I've wri...