INTRODUCTION / THE TRIP OUT My best friend Alison and I had both been working incredibly hard, and it had been difficult for us to have any 'quality time' together. Such are the rigors of life in our hard driving corporate careers; she was in advertising and I was doing financial analysis for a big west coast bank. We found ourselves penciling each other in...
...geography, philosophy, history, nothing social anthropology a lot of nothing... - Tuli kupferburg ***** A LOT OF NOTHING Christmas Eve. I took the ferry over to the French Quarter. I just wanted to experience the Vieux Carré when it's quiet. Didn't see how it could be much quieter than Christmas Eve. A stiff wind blowing down Royal Street makes it...
Fingers Whitehouse was working his magic on bare skin again. The strains of Debussy's La Mer drifted through his Bose computer speakers, and cinnamon incense flavored the air. A voluptuous woman with luxurious dark hair and honey tanned skin lay face down on his queen sized frat house bed: Mary Jane Simpson, his girlfriend's mother, with whom he got very wel...
"God, this is so boring," Erika said as she opened the well-stocked mini-bar. "I know," Chelsie agreed and changed the channel on the small TV. "But we don't have any other options, do we?" "I know. This really sucks," Laurie added. "I guess we can forget the conference." "Yeah, well until they reopen the roads we're stuck here," Erika said for the fourt...
He rode into our valley in the late autumn of 1882. I was a mere lad then, barely tall enough to see over the old hay wagon. In the clear Colorado air, I could see his progress a mile away. At first glance, there seemed nothing remarkable about him, just another stray rider taking the dirt road toward the group of frame buildings that was our little town. Th...
I picked Vickie up a couple of streets away from her house as she didn't want any neighbours to notice her driving off with a strange man. She loosened her coat once we were driving to show me her simple, black dress. It was obvious from the way her nipples were pushing against the thin material that she wasn't wearing a bra and, before I could ask, she pull...
Copyright 2011, All Rights Reserved Thank you for opening my third story. I hope you enjoy it! Special thanks to SoCalOvid for his fine editing. Without his skill, the read would be tense. **** Honkkkk! blared the car horn. Mike Merrill jumped back, his mind on other things completely unaware of stepping in front of the red minivan. Looking up at the yo...
Thursday was a busy day for all the active Sisters. Now that the interviews for Big Sisters had been completed, it was time for the chapter to decide who would mentor who. They met on Thursday afternoon to determine who they felt was the best fit for each potential. Thursday night, after they conferred as to who would be the best Big Sister for each potent...
Ujay's Story - The story of a cavewoman's life The Beginning: I am Ujay, an old woman now. I enjoy telling my story to anyone who will listen. Today, I live in a cave with the children of Cin, my friend, my son's mother and my husband's lover. Back when I was fifteen, I was given to a big, strong man to bear his children. He often mounted me and took me q...
My job requires me to travel all over the country, sometimes for weeks. To elevate the boredom, and my horniess, I began to trade emails with my wife to pass the time when I'm not working. Here's one of many emails sent to my wife, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it, and living it once I got home. All names have been changed to protect the perve...