These stories are based on my crazy fun life. More info about me in bio. The tall muscular Andrew Jackson looked over the office of the Japanese company he had just acquired. It was the CEO corner office on the 11th floor filled with expensive furniture. Andrew had never owned companies in Japan before but from what he had read when he had googled Japanes...
One Alec wasn't sure why he was at the party. For one thing, he disliked the host, a loud-mouth Wall Street attorney who enjoyed exhibiting his affluence. Secondly, there were too many people in the rooms, the small Upper East Side apartment filled to capacity with bodies of one sort or another, male, female, and various intermediates of uncertain sexuality...
They were in the retro dress shop - Jane, Arlene and Connie, because the trip to Japan was a business trip, and Donkey Productions would pay for a new wardrobe. "If you don't like it we'll go somewhere else," Jane said to Connie, who had expressed skepticism. But she saw a dress in her size that looked cute, so she decided to try it on, and all three of the...
Authors note: This is a continuation of my story, "Houseboy Blues". Most of the characters contained herein have appeared in my previous works. * The most telling observation, as it pertained to Koh, was that he no longer kept count of the number of women with whom he had intercourse. He either lost count or else no longer thought it important. A shy cherr...
Chapter 1 A Chance Meeting It never occurred to me that the tourist boom would have an effect on my sex-life. I was feeling great! In fact I was feeling terrific! It was mid-afternoon on a sunny, summer Friday and in my brief-case and lap-top I had a virtually completed contract, and more importantly, the two critical signatures on a memorandum of underst...
I looked at the e-mail. So the transfer was actually going through. My boss had confirmed it. I picked up the phone and called him. "What's the deal, boss? The last manager `disappeared'? What's that even supposed to mean?" "It means exactly what it says, Matt. One day he was there, the next he wasn't. And it's been a week. No calls, no e-mails, no ransom...
Ann had on a black leather boots that stopped just short of her knees, a dark brown miniskirt and a white, long-sleeved blouse from which one could faintly tell that she had on a white bra underneath. Herman must be perving away in the bedroom, thought Jane. She had said to Pete, "I need a cougar," and he delivered. As always, it came with a caveat. Pete wan...
Madison, I say to myself, this is crazy, just flat out crazy. How could you, a respected assistant DA in Los Angeles be in Tokyo to offer your body to a Japanese businessman you've never met? That is the angel talking on my right shoulder. The devil sitting on my left shoulder whispers seductively in my ear, "Madison, let yourself loose. You need some raw,...
The diary continued for quite some pages. I was looking forward to reading more later. But there was a schedule to keep. I grabbed my notepad and recorder and headed toward Zerzinski's place. "The thing is," Zerzinski said matter-of-factly, "if I heard some of the things I have said to you when I was younger, I would have thought I was an asshole." "Even...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Reader feedback was to continue with this series. Thank you! Reminder: This series contains straight sex, bisexual sex, gay sex and incest. ***** THE CRUISE -- DAY ONE MARGARET'S MORNING TREAT Dustin woke up first with a piss hard-on that wouldn't quit. He looked at Margaret and she looked so vulnerable in her naked state. Her pussy hair...