Tamara has never been a tennis fan. The fact that she has never been able to master the sport was a major contributor to her dislike. Nevertheless, here she sits, watching Mike play tennis. If Mike were not such a good friend, there is no way she would be wasting her Saturday watching tennis. She and Mike have been friends for years. They had been lovers for...
Chapter 18 – Rachel's fantasy Part 1 Monday afternoon came and Rachel and I both got home around the same time and decided to have dinner together. We really had not talked since we got home from the trip home to visit her mother. That trip was interesting to say the least and I wanted to talk to Rachel about it. We decided to order pizza and over a glass...
All participants are over 21. You must be 18 or older to read. This is non-erotic story with a slight BDSM scene and lesbian kissing flirting and fondling. ***** Michelle shivers as she walks through the cold damp sewers with alacrity. As she reaches the stairs on the back wall, she feels her hands go numb as they clasped around each steel rung. Michelle r...
There are several things about women I don't like and the woman I was sitting next to on the Greyhound bus certainly had some of them. She was really quite pretty but had on a mini dress that was far too young for her age (in her early to mid-thirties I guessed) and was wearing a very strong perfume. To add to this, when I joined the bus in New York, she loo...
We caught a taxi from Sydney airport. The driver loaded our luggage in the back and headed towards our hotel. I sat in the back seat with my fiancée, Justine, as the dry sights of Sydney sped past our windows. I put my hand on her knee. She smiled at me. We were on a well deserved vacation to visit Justine's relatives in spectacular Sydney. She turned her...
Randy turned his lounge chair a little to the right to face the sun and sat down. He plugged in his mp3 player ear pieces and turned on a mellow mix of old hits from Jimmy Buffet, The Eagles and others. He kept the back of the chair up about halfway so he could reach and drink his margarita without problem. "Another day in paradise," he laughed to himself. O...
The sun was just peeking over the horizon when I slid back the hatch cover and climbed up the short stairs to the deck of the Jenny Green. I had new clients coming on board at ten, and wanted to make sure everything was in order. Brandy had already cleaned the cabins, changed the sheets on the beds, and stocked up the galley. All that remained was to check t...
Chapter Thirteen Pablo And The Three Sistahs Pablo's life was in an uproar. He felt as if he was on a runaway locomotive going down the side of a mountain, and it was picking up speed like crazy and heading for a horrific crash. Later, he imagined the news vans trying to get around police officers and cordons of yellow ribbon, with helicopters zooming in o...
Chapter 13 In for a Penny My grandmother on my father's side used to say "in for a penny, in for a pound" when she was playing cards. It meant she knew she was taking a risk, but you either played to win, or you folded. That's where I was when I stepped off the plane in Yakima on my return. It was a Saturday afternoon and it was no surprise that Ali was acc...
Fast backward to October of 1965 to a non-descript hotel called the Stadium View, so called because it overlooked the newly constructed Shea Stadium, home of the hapless New York Mets. Mets fans in 1965 could hardly imagine that in a few years, their beloved underdogs would be World Series champions. But that's another story. This story, the background story...