Why didn't the alarm go off? The sun is too bright for six a.m. and I didn't hear the bread man's truck. It backfires when he leaves at five o'clock. No, it's seven thirty and I need to be in the office in an hour! I'll just freshen up -- what is that on my thigh? Did I bump into something? And why are my nipples awake before I am? Oh, no, it's coming back t...
In the weeks that followed their adventure in Columbus, they didn't talk much about the incredible weekend they had shared. Both feared the other thought they had gone too far. This worried them both, as communicating was their strength. As they sat at the dinner table, having one of Bob's world famous (at least in his mind) low fat burrito dinners, Marcy p...
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the movies or characters from the "Cabin Fever" franchise. All "Cabin Fever" movies and their characters belong to their respective owners. I don't make any money from the writing of this story. Fair warning: the sex scene in this chapter includes some dark, disturbing and very gory imagery. This chapter is probably closest in...
*Would you rather be better than you parents or have your children be better than you* (Monday, one week later) I walked into the office space where I would meet with my new co-workers. I was rendered a bit concerned by the size of the office complex I entered; it was small. The receptionist was a polite enough woman, maybe twenty five who sent me right...
Gary and Marcy Dunn hoped to have a lot of fun at the business convention they would be attending. It wouldn't be from the meetings, which they expected to be dull as usual, but they planned on having their fun after the tedium was over. A visiting National Football League team would be staying in the same hotel as the conventioneers and that would mean a nu...
Marcy tugged down her tiny swimsuit bottom and aimed her phone camera just below her beltline, making sure to frame a tuft of pubic hair with the white fabric and the tops of her thighs. She took the picture, and sent it to her husband Jack with the message, "Only one more day!" "You finally found an acceptable bikini? I like it." Jack sent back. Marcy smi...
When Brigadier General Harmon E. Marshall, U.S. Army, Ret., entered my office, I thought he carried himself with the air of someone used to command. He was tall and fit, with a weatherbeaten face and an erect carriage. "He cuts a very impressive figure," I thought to myself. On his arm was Mrs. Marilyn Hart, a lovely woman in her own right and one of the mo...
Jonathan Maximus comes home. He's a tall, good-looking black man in his early forties. This muscular hunk is a former police captain with the local precinct. Currently, he's retired but still operates in the field of criminal justice. He's the CEO of Maximum Security, a fast-growing private security firm which hires former soldiers, police officers and ex-co...
Chapter 18 Marcy had hoped the stop at CC's would have been the last one. She had suffered enough embarrassment for a day. Lisa's claim that they still had a few errands to run made her worry that it wasn't all over after all. Her worries were soon confirmed when they stopped in a rather seedy looking neighbourhood. Getting out of the car Marcy knew better...
My wife got a new job working night shifts about three years after she had our first baby. For the most part I worked dayshifts but there were nights when I made extra money on the side freelancing as a bass player for bands who needed an experienced bassist when the one they had could not make it to a show for any number of reasons. We had a baby sitter by...