Chapter 19 Showdown Time Wednesday, April 11, 2012 6pm "Hey, Jesse, good to see you back again," Chunky Castellano cried as he spotted Jesse walking onto the field from the parking area. "Good to be here, Chunky. It's baseball season again, and I'm ready for it." "We've got a couple of new players this year. You'll meet them in a few minutes. Ed Lofthous...
Disclaimer: This story came to me in a flash of inspiration while I was lying bored next to my partner. I wrote probably the first half of it in just a couple of days and then forgot about it for a while. I've finally finished with it, so I hope everyone enjoys it. There's bound to be a few errors in there; it's the longest thing I've ever done, so I apologi...
Joanna and Dan stumbled in drunk and happy at nearly four o'clock, and as usual Laurie pretended to sleep through their bombastic arrival. All too typical, but of course Laurie was in no position to complain when she was sleeping rent-free in Joanna's living room. At least Dan hadn't sunk to ogling or harassing her when he thought she was asleep. He saved th...
Greetings, friends. This is a contest entry. As the story unfolds, you will find a dash of exhibitionism, a smattering of BDSM, a dollop of group sex, a hint of incest, and more than a few erotic encounters. It is also a dramatic tale of crime and intrigue. I hope that something in there tickles your fancy, because I need to win that big 5 vote from you. Rea...
"Sarah?" shouted the voice, "Sarah, you in there?" It was Bruce! She ran to the door to see his smiling face pressed against the glass. She opened the door and saw that he had unbuttoned the jacket to show his broad torso covered in a blue denim shirt and the crash helmet and both panniers by his feet. "Was it ever hard to find you!" he laughed. "You sca...
On the last week of March, 2004, while vacationing in Paris, I had by chance spent most of a rainy afternoon in my late aunt's attic. I was there to help in settling her estate and while perusing a series of bound letters found in a musty trunk, I came across . . . well read on and see for yourself. P. Fogg ~ A Memoir ~ As I read this document I came to...
(This is a detective story and a some what dark one at that. it contains several somewhat vivid descriptions of crimes. If this is not your type of story...well...I gave a warning.) The soft tap of my cigarette on my lighter is a comfort. A Zen like feeling settles around my as the familiar sound puts me at ease. Even more so the softer crinkle sound fo...
By the end of December 2013, I had already been two years away from India, having (temporarily) relocated to Hanoi, Vietnam in 2011. As head of the Asia-Pacific region for a French international engineering conglomerate, I had set up regional headquarters in New Delhi. However, because of an unexpected resignation of my GM in Hanoi, I had moved there to ensu...
He's a gay virgin. She's a failing lesbian or filthy bisexual, depending on who you ask. It's late, and she's out of milk. If this doesn't sound like your thing, other authors are available. Or try one of my other stories. If this might be your thing, I hope you enjoy. This is an entry in the April Fools Day 2020 contest. 'Nearly home,' I thought, a...
Shari Kirshner always turned heads when she walked through the halls of the J.T. Levinson offices. Most of her coworkers considered the short, voluptuous redhead to be the most fetching of all the secretaries at the rising marketing firm. When they heard the familiar click of her high heels on the carpeted hallway, more often than not, they would find the ti...