Zack had a long day and was starting to regret having a last minute appointment at the end of his shift to meet the new CEO. Everyone else had already left for the evening. Only Zack remained. He was tired and eager to go home to relax. Zack was shuffling papers around on his desk getting them organized when he heard the knock. He walked over to the door ad...
The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17p: The Batting Order Ch. 16 Paul. What was happening over there? There was a lot of noise coming from the marquee. People were running inside it. I could see my parents. "There's a fight in the marquee." The fielder nearest to it called. He turned and talked to a couple of people for a few seconds. He came running into the...
Author's note: This is part of a long story. No part of it is intended to stand alone. I suggest starting with Part 1 In revising the whole story, I've corrected errors, but also filled in a lot. This has inevitably made it all even longer. My apologies to anyone who read it in the original form and now finds it changed for the worse. If you're looking m...
Instead of Frank's son, Mike and Amanda's daughter, Lynda playing computer games at Frank's home, he wanted them to play at Mike's best friends place. This would leave Amanda and Frank alone with no kids in the house. When he asked Amanda if she would agree she said, "I'll have to think about it," She already knew she would say yes, she just didn't want to a...
Back in the 1980s I was a manufacturer's representative selling hospital supplies in Chicago. Most of the time I met with middle-aged men, hospital administrators. But then I met Lynda Keller, a nursing supervisor, divorced, mid-30s and slightly built lady with ash-gray, blond hair cut in a pixie manner. I soon learned she wore her hair that way so the it wo...
Out of Peoria: A Story of Innocence lost. Chapter 5: An equally kinky night! It was far past midnight and one by one, with final kisses, the girls who lived upstairs retired to the bedroom. Lynda and I where finally alone. “You know, you have a gorgeous body,” Lynda said, setting down her drink. “Thank you,” said I. “You are rather well off in that d...
Pastor B.H. Eaton was the much loved shepherd of his flock at Normanhurst Baptist Church. Normanhurst Baptist was not a wealthy congregation but composed of a cross-section of steelworkers and other blue collar workers. The forty-two-year-old redheaded Scotsman had endeared himself to his fold, both young and old. Eaton did not limit his ministry to Sunda...
Just a quickie for the LW crowd. I usually write at the other end of the spectrum in that category, so I thought I'd put something together for those who want to see the cheating bitch get her just desserts. If you're expecting hot, nasty sex then I suggest you don't bother reading this submission. There's some stuff in it, but it's mainly to describe the s...
It had been a killer week- two term papers and one mid-term exam. Next week would be as bad with the rest of my mid-terms coming on three straight days. When Friday came, I was ready for some partying. I called my bud John and we decided to go to the Kegger, just off campus on College Ave. When we walked in, my attention was immediately drawn to a cute littl...
This story is completely fiction. All the characters, and events, came out of the imagination of the author. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental, and was not the intent of the author. There are no persons in this story under eighteen years of age. A very rich woman makes a sex toy out of a poor working stiff. Early Friday m...