~*~ This story is purely FICTIONAL. All characters are over the age of 18. Some of the places named in this story are real, others are fictional. In my little fantasy world there are no STD's or AIDS, but we live in the real world so please practice safe sex. ©All rights reserved. This is my first online story so please send some feedback. I live in South...
She came up to our table and in a German accent, stated her name as Donna and she would be our waitress. She then began taking orders for our drinks. When she got up to me, I could see a 'look of need' in her eyes. I motioned to her with my finger to come closer. She leaned in toward me and I ordered a club soda with a twist of lemon. I don't drink and I di...
I've written this in two sections in a slightly experimental style. The first is deliberately in the past tense and the second in the present tense. It just seems to be better that way. I hope you agree and enjoy it although it is quite brief. Part 1 This is a story about you and me. You know who you are. I wrote a story. I posted it to an erotic story sit...
Things were going pretty well for Walter. The sun was shining and the birds were singing. He loved his job delivering the mail as the town's only mail carrier. He hadn't missed a day of work in eleven years and adhered to the words that Herodutus, the ancient Greek historian, who wrote about the horseback riders delivering mail in Persia more than 2,500 y...
"You know Phil, I wish you would call me Breezy." He looked over the top of his menu at his 22 year old assistant and asked her, "Why would I call you that, Beatrice?" Breezy smiled and ran her hand through her unnaturally black shoulder length hair, "Because that's what all of his friends call me." "It would feel a little presumptuous; I'm almost twice...
Jarno Nash had taken a meeting with the bagman for a potential client. A meatball, some big business hustler who wanted his trophy wife followed and surveyed for signs of cheating. The couple had a rural estate a few miles outside of Trenton where Nash had been asked to meet with the businessman's rep. Theoretically it actually made for a nice drive and a pr...
Lily POV: The sun didn't rise that Thursday morning, its rays didn't find their way through Lily's window, and it wasn't able to lay down a layer of warmth to her cheek and cause her to turn away and slumber just a few minutes more. Normally she would wake up easily this way after she enjoyed holding her eyes closed for a couple moments. She would throw off...
The long road ahead was looming in front of her. Mile after mile of monotony. She left the Choke and Puke on I-75, headed south. This was the run she dreaded the most. Detroit to Florida, with one overnight stop to sleep. Her rig was loaded with new cars. Cars she couldn’t afford on her salary. Luxury cars for the well heeled in Florida. Snowbirds who mo...
My thanks to 6_2male for his assistance. Dr. Walter Westin looked out at the Aspen snowfall as a genial tranquility enveloped him. He looked toward the bathroom where his wife was getting ready for bed. At least those had been her words, "I need to get ready for bed dear." There were so many different ways of interpreting her meaning. Yes, those were her w...
My name is Pete. I'm a retired American living in Mexico right next to the border with the U.S. I'm divorced and my children are grown. I don't see them any because they're afraid of the border violence. But living in a Mexican border town can be as safe as anywhere else in the world as long as you don't mess with drugs; you mind your own business and avoid...