Cliff had returned to Chicago on Saturday evening after an incredible week at the home office. He was now VP of Sales and had a huge challenge facing him. The West Region had not been performing up to expectations and Cliff would have to conduct a comprehensive review of everyone's prospects and activities. As he sat on the plane from Philadelphia to Chicago...
"Woohoo, look at you!" "Yeow, sexy mama!" "Oh baby, lookin' good!" Margot blushed deeply as the barrage of wolf calls and whistles filled the room. Of all the politically incorrect and harassment-filled workplaces, hers had to be at the top of the list. And she was the boss! "Jeez, you guys! Have you never seen a woman before?" she scolded. Outwardly she...
Description: There is more than one way to reach nirvana, this is the tale of one woman's journey to the fringes of experience. There are transitional periods in life, markers that can point oneself in an utterly, new, and perhaps unsettling direction. Chapter One - Life She didn't know when she realized it, the sense of crushing ennui that finally shook...
Note: A fanfic that's completely fictional that probably has never and will never happen? Why I never! Yes this is complete fantasy and never happened. Title taken from the song of the same by Pulp from The World's End soundtrack. * *Present day* "Wow, can it you believe it's been 8 months since we started dating? Feels like it was yesterday afternoon?" I...
*WARNING!! This story is in no way based on anything real and is completely fiction. Do not take this story seriously as it is only for your enjoyment. Anyone below the age of 18 is not allowed to read as it is rather explicit, leave reviews please and I hope you enjoy* ***** It had been 3 days since I had slept with both Holly and Melissa at the same tim...
This is the fourth installment of Mrs. Hart's Ache", Chapter III, Interlude I: Margot (cont.) Please include it under the category Novels and Novellas. For the sake of your readers, I've included an index which defines some of the more obscure terms. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a simple tale of retribution, wherein the young hero teaches t...
Ixchel woke up every morning to the honey, honey smell of flowers in every damn corner of the house. She used to like it. She used to like that brought flowers so often and that called her so often. She used to like the way that looked at her. There was joy behind every single glance that Margot and she exchanged. Ixchel shined and sparkled for Margot. All s...
My name is Sam and I am a father of two boys, Chris (7) and Shane (9). Strangely enough, my wife, Deborah, isn't particularly relevant to this story. Her name was Margot, a mother of three, two boys (7 and 9) and one girl (3). She had recently moved in, down the street from us. I didn't know much about her, except for the fact that she looked smoking hot i...
This is the third installment of Mrs. Hart's Ache, Chapter III, Interlude I: Margot Please include it under the category Novels and Novellas. For the sake of your readers, I've included an index which defines some of the more obscure terms. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a simple tale of retribution, wherein the young hero teaches the mother of...
The Palais de l'Industrie glimmered in the Paris sun with a persistent, pompous modernity. A crowd of people milled about the entrance to this temple of industry, wearing their Sunday best, eating nuts and ice creams, and chatting with each other about the exhibits they had seen inside. Margot walked through the crowd, a note clutched tightly in her hand, sc...