I'm like Paladin in the old West; "Have Gun, Will Travel." My "Gun" isn't a .45, however, but my quick wit and silver tongue. I'm a trial attorney - a true shark. The only difference between me and a Great White, however, is that I only represent people, small companies, or charitable organizations that I think are "good guys." No Exxon-Mobils or casino owne...
I walked briskly into the airport lounge and slid onto a stool at the bar, placing my backpack on the seat next to me. I had about 30 minutes to kill before my late-night flight back to the east coast took off, so I decided to have a couple of pints over a copy of the Times to take the edge off after my long business trip. After ordering a beer, I took st...
My thanks go out to my volunteer editor Wires for his assistance. His efforts have made this story a much better read. As always all errors remain mine. While they finished preparation for the upcoming winter Roger and his various teams of what passed for experts began working on technological improvements. They began the crude smelting of zinc, copper,...
Many retired gentlemen as well as young bachelors of the locality visit the Friends Club in the evening. An evening of game of Contract Bridge is a good means for spending quality time for those past the prime gentlemen, who really don't have much of activities otherwise. One can play chess as well as a game of carrom in this club, where there is an assortme...
Author's Note: This is my first story ever, so apologies for quality. This story takes place in a world populated by females and she-males. It's not supposed to make sense; it's supposed to be sexy. If you're not into she-males, just move along :) * The campus was much livelier then Lilly had expected. Her brown eyes darted at the various buildings surrou...
Hi! My name is Amar. My wife Sheela, is quite good looking, very fair, sensous and a buxom woman - the kind, who will always get a second glance when she walks on the street. She is about 5' 8" in height, very fair, a figure of 37 - 27 - 38. Men would actually drool when they saw her. I work in a private firm as the General Manager of the company. I report...
Chapter 3: An Unexpected Visitor Laney shoved the papers away, irritated and unable to focus. Sighing, she dropped her head into her hands, running her fingers through her hair. She hadn't seen or heard from Jack since that night he'd left her without an explanation, and she had been distracted and irritable all week. She glared at the stack of papers acros...
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Author's note: Thanks for all the positive feedback on my first story. This is the second story in a series, and if you haven't already read My Sexual Awakening part 1, I suggest you do as it sets the scene for what is to follow. As with part 1, there is not much fiction in this story either. ***** After our night of passion I dropped Cathy off outside her...
The Marquess of Ravenstone roused himself at first light and glanced down at his hands. He had posed for the portrait with an expensive Indian rug beneath him and now, he could barely see it. He was becoming flesh. At one o’clock, after midnight tonight, he would be whole. And he would have Angelica. For there was something about the apex that she didn’t kno...