I was lightly dozing in the warmth of the glassed-in patio at the Shady Rest nursing home when I felt the light touch of my favorite female attendant and smelled her exotic perfume. My eyes and ears don't work as well used to, but my nose is still pretty good for an octogenarian. She knows me well so in a rather loud voice she said "Panty, your grandson is h...
Stays in Vegas? *Author's note: This is a continuation of 'What Happens in Vegas." It is best read from the beginning of Part 1(Duh.) As always, I am (unfortunately) not affiliated with the MGM Property, its partners, or really anything else in Las Vegas. It just makes for good smut ;) Finally, this part of the series has Jake and Amy getting involved in a...
Note to readers: thanks to everyone for your patience in waiting for this episode (and the detailed suggestions for it!) Hope you enjoy it! After leaving the hotel, Derek and I stopped at a 24-hour lingerie store, of which Las Vegas boasted a surprising number. We darted inside, and I purchased a pair of lacy white panties that would match my white bra, sto...
Crystal was down in the dumps. She was stuck in a go-nowhere job with not much prospect for the future. Her only ray of hope had been her latest boyfriend but she now knew in her heart he was a looser and the quicker she dumped him the better off she would be. Was she a loser too? Not on your life! She took stock of herself. When she looked in the mirror...
Cathy at thirty-four years of age found herself changing jobs. Her new career was in the direct marketing of high-end cosmetics and as a new district manager; the company she worked for had flown her down to Las Vegas for a long weekend conference. After a long day of attending sales meetings, Cathy decided to hit the blackjack tables at the MGM Grand hotel...
THE FOLLOWING STORY IS COMPLETE FICTION. NOT TO BE CONFUSED WITH REALITY. MY WEEKEND WITH TYRA BANKS My friend always tells me that he can get me anything I want. He promises me he can grant any of my wishes and believe it or not he has. I wanted World Series tickets------- he got me World Series tickets. I wanted on-field passes to the Super Bowl------...
I'm at baggage claim, delirious from a redeye flight beside a screaming child, my head pounding agonized withdrawal from the caffeine I wasn't supposed to have. Desperately I search the salamander of crawling luggage for my red bag . . . or is it black? I can't remember! Where is my claim ticket? Oh Jeezus it's not in my pocket! Then I look up and my poundi...
"And the award for 'Most Prolific Male Swinger' goes to...!" The tension is so thin, it's anorexic. Onstage, monumental statues of gleaming cocks reach toward a ceiling higher than Ken Kesey. The female MC ― clad in a dress made of used condoms ― clutches an 18 inch Thuringer sausage, centered between a pair of balls, each the size of a fully-grown human b...
Ascending to the top floor of the Mandalay Bay, I contemplated Rachael Coulter’s job offer. Other than loyalties to George Ferris and Banks, Kellogg and Henderson, my main reason for not accepting the job was Rick. The distance between us was bad enough now, more than doubling the distance would make it that much more difficult. George and Scott were sittin...
Our usual group of four couples was having the normal once a month party. It was a Saturday afternoon start to the party and we normally partied well into the evening. We were having one hell of a good time having a few drinks and telling all kinds of wild stories. It was my wife Judy and I (Ray Staebler), my sister Pat and her husband Bruce Vincent, Nancy a...