"Kelly? Kelly Sampson?" You looked puzzled. "Yes?" A beautiful blonde woman approached you in the open conference room. IAAAM conference started that Sunday afternoon at the Marriott on St. Kitts. As it had been 10 years since we had been on island, we figured, what the hell, and decided to attend that year. While you were at the conference, I was taking...
After three days of the sales conference, Steve was sick. Sick of giant pieces of paper stuck to the wall covered with vague, ridiculous words regarding goals and mission, sick of pointless team building exercise but mostly sick of long evenings spent with amateur drinkers who felt free to let loose, particularly since they were far away from home in the Fre...
This is a story that's about 90% true. Names were changed, and some other little things. Please forgive any mistakes you'll find. I think the last story I wrote was a book report in grade school. So this is my first story here. Be gentle please, but feedback, voting, or email is fine. I will write other stories about the past if I get enough good feedback. H...
The stagecoach was slightly behind schedule as it made its journey through the rugged dusty desert to its destination. The driver a short man, balding, had hardly any teeth and the ones he had were tobacco stained. He was very loud and swore like a trooper at either the team of horses or at his surroundings in general. His hat was battered with rips and tear...
Ch. 08 – Book Learnin' with Sarah and Sullivan Sarah and Sullivan at the Party: "Yes mam, I'm here to pick up Sarah," Sullivan said to the sorority mother. He stood and waited, feeling out of place as classy well-dressed girls passed by ignoring his presence. When Sarah came down the stairs, on time, she greeted him with a wide enthusiastic smile that was...
Prologue However long you have lived with someone, even in the most intimate of relationships, there are some things you keep hidden from each other. Take my case, for example — until just the other day I had no idea that throughout our married life my recently-deceased wife, Helen had kept a detailed and very explicit diary. Shortly after her death, I deci...
She had honed her cast for years for one reason and one reason only. Scene: Chiasa, mild-mannered young Sansei, academically competent (even for an Asian—huzzah), prone to profanity, shorts a la jailbait, now wearing an Angels hat with the requisite ponytail, and unlimbering the old axe clumsily—whoops! got the hook caught on her favorite T, the one with th...
Daylight filters through her window in pale filaments across her eyes. She wakes with a low groan, her ears ringing with the sound of her own pulse. Awareness returns to her in a flood of sensation. The air is hot and musty with lingering scents of wine and sweat. Aribeth half-expects to wake in her own bed--a simple, spartan thing in her quarters undernea...
Illicit Affair #2: Chapter 1 4:00pm, November, Las Vegas The best thing about the thunderous applause wasn't that I had inspired such a jaded crowd. It was that the applause meant that I was done - I was the last presenter at a three-day convention. No more meetings, no more obligatory cocktail parties or dinners. There should have been a coin toss who wan...
I was bounced out of sleep, and what to my wondering eyes should appear? I was looking directly at Rita's bouncing rear, which was stuck up in the air because her front was clamped over Dianne's hungry mouth. Rita was also energetically taking liberties at the junction of Dianne's wide spread thighs. I guessed it was a farewell kiss but there was a lot of mo...