A little note to readers. All of my stories have been based on either my favorite fantasies ("In the rain," and "Watching" or actual events in my life (In the Ladies Room," and "My secret confession." I struggle big time with just making something up. :) This story is a loose play on both, hope you enjoy it. Don't forget to leave me feedback as I really l...
Lisa couldn't understand why she was so scared to tackle the ski slope! She had practiced with the rest of her peers with the ski instructor learning how to guide and slow down her skis, but she still couldn't force herself to get on the lift. She watched as the rest of her friends waved from their chairs as they slowly rose toward the mountain top. Lisa...
The skiff Axel mentioned was a rubber eight foot dingy with a 50 hp outboard on the back. A bit too much muscle for a dingy, especially when mixed with an inexperienced operator. Some moments, one decides to take the bait or disregard it and reroute. With Jenna high on a ritzy photo shoot, and more, there was no rerouting, so off they rode. The ride to the...
Jenna was trying to study for her Advanced Economics final exam. She sat at her desk with her textbook and notes all laid out in front of her. Her favorite music was playing in the background. A full glass of iced tea sat at the corner of her desk, waiting to be sipped. Jenna's mind was elsewhere. She nervously tapped her pencil and stared off into space. Wa...
Part Three - Valentine's Day Laura Miller glanced at her watch for the millionth time; Jesus, time was standing still. It was Friday afternoon, February 13th, and she had an hour left before she could leave work for the day. Laura was not normally so antsy to depart; she had not become the youngest branch manager at the bank by being slothful. Tonight, howe...
For a complete understanding of this series, please read all other sections first. Part V: Finality No matter how well one prepared for an occurrence or an event, particularly a potentially adverse one, not to mention in unfamiliar surroundings, no amount of planning ever was sufficient. As Ron entered the hallowed halls of justice, he instantly realized...
Most of Jenna's days were the same. She picked out things for her wedding registry and made phone calls to confirm the plans for the wedding. She made dinner or went through the drive-through. She cleaned and packed their lunches for the next day while she wondered where her fiance was. He had been getting home later and later each night and she knew that th...
Another work of fiction and fantasy. All similarities to anyone throughout history are pure coincidence. As always, we are all adults here. ***** The Bank and Trust. A small town place where small town people did small town banking business. Things moved a bit slower than the big city. Same people every day. Same business every week. Same old same ol...
It started with a simple question. "What does swinging mean?" I asked. I sat at my computer on a Saturday morning wearing sweats and a wrinkled T-shirt. My husband, Bill, was reading the newspaper at the kitchen table. "What?" he asked, a surprised set of eyebrows poked over the top of the folded black and white page. "I'm surfing the Internet and up po...
Drake Eden looked down at the Carmen Electra lookalike who was working her mouth on his cock. She was what his personal assistant, Claudia bitingly called a "mattress"- model/actress/waitress. In this case, she was a 'flight attendant' for all the studio knew. Drake had noticed her at an industry party. She had been serving cocktails in a micro-mini skirt an...