Margo came too slowly, blinking out flashes of pain and light from her eyes. First there had been a mine, Whitstone, where she'd been asked to patrol. Keep an eye out on the freelancers there. Neither mind the fact that she was a freelancer too. And then, nothing. Nothing worth recounting. The mine caved in and Margo hadn't been spared. With her great gl...
This story is the property of the writer Kalimaxos. In memory of my aunt. A slut of epic levels and magnitude. And a heart of gold. Characters in this chapter: Margo, my uncle's wife George, my mother's brother and Margo's husband Vince Romano, NYPD detective and one of Margo's conquests Angie Romano, Vince's divorced wife Linda, one of Margo and G...
Chapter 9 - Caribbean Playground Over the summer off from school and their graduate studies, the girls each got part time jobs so they could build up some job experience and burnish their resumes. Kat became gofer for a small contract marketing company that helped get small businesses known in their marketplace. Edie's summer work was for a web developer, w...
Mark and Betsy had never visited the Slocum’s country home before; their previous interactions had all taken place at their plush city apartment where the spread of food and wine had always been overwhelming and their other dinner guests were wonderful conversationalists, physically beautiful or handsome, and the hosts always seemed to aggressively encourage...
"Oh, Darryl, how could you have let our son have sex with me, without my knowing?" Margo Needy isolated herself away from everyone by taking a walk out to a hidden orchard within the timber of her massive property for apples. Her Garden of Eden she called it. The question these days was just who the serpent was...Darryl or Elliot? Her tears were not of hur...
This story is the property of the writer Kalimaxos. In memory of my aunt. A slut of epic levels and magnitude. And a heart of gold. There is no revenge and divorce here. In fact, this is a fictionalized story of a couple in the sixties, seventies and early eighties in Greece and the US. ***** "Mrs. Mavrides, you asked to see me?" asked Aris Adamakos. "...
It was the Friday after Labor Day and, thankfully, it was quite in The Bucket of Blood. Only ten of the guys from the motorcycle club, including myself, were in the bar that night. Fewer and fewer of the members were coming to the bar on the weekends, and I thought I knew the reason why. When we had first formed the Buccaneer's Motorcycle Club, there would...
Part 3 - Mickey Adds Another Lover Chapter 9 - Mickey Suffers with Writing For a miserable week, I followed the new rules. Writing in the morning, remodeling labor in the afternoon, relaxation in the evening. Hugging and kissing with the women dropped nearly to zero. After hearing my project assignment, Naomi was very distant and stopped coming over after...
Cabot Ross had spent the last two days at his parents home. Family pulling together in trying times led to their placing his grandmother Edith into a nursing home. Unable to care for her properly, being very busy with their careers, they chose the easy way out. Cabot was not very happy about her new home feeling his folks just gave up on her. Taking the day...
Edited by Sussurrus Tuesday Morning at the Spa Tuesday morning dawned with the broken, puffy clouds typical of a summer day in the Caribbean. A few couples and small groups still slept or stumbled groggily back toward their rooms from where they'd collapsed the night before. Some people, sticky with cum, oil, or other fluids, took advantage of the showers...