Manish was working in his office when Pavan approached him. The latter was disturbed about the previous night. He was the one who always got pretty girls to party around. But Neeta didn't give him any personal attention. He was miffed that Manish was the preferred one. He said, 'hi Manish' 'Hey Pavan, how are you, man?' 'Fine, but what is this I hear? You...
*Yes, I'm back. Posting yet ANOTHER story. For those of you who aren't tired of me yet :D , I thought I would share this new novel. I only have the first few chapters written so far, so I am posting this first installment to give you a preview of what is to come. It's the first story I have written that features young adults (seniors in high school) and jus...
For three weeks I had paid regular visits to the massage practice of Helen, who helped me get rid of the aftermath of a nasty car accident on the motorway near Rotterdam. Helen was a woman of about forty-four years, nearly six feet tall and curved where she should be. During the eight treatments that I had received, the pain and stiffness in my body had eve...
Gail King, a natural blonde with a figure sculptured perhaps by the sculptor's gardener employed to shape shrubs rather than by the sculptor himself was deposited on rickety jetty on Kismet Island where there was a small roof on four poles for shelter. "Don't worry love," said the deckhand with an unusually soft Aussie accent as she steered the inflatable...
A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists - Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 70). This story c...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: this semi-fictionalised account of life in the adult Scene features characters as constancies rather than walk-ons. Or even, as hard-ons. This chapter can be a stand-alone but makes more sense in the context defined by Chapter 1. 'S up to you, Reader. A swingers' event in Vegas, centered in and around The Strip. A trade show for the adult ent...
Arthur Lambert and Mark Wheeler had been classmates since the first grade. Both sons of university professors, they lived a block apart, adjacent to the university, in what is known as the hill section of the city. Besides excelling as students, they were excellent athletes. To the consternation of their parents, they were successful at the scheming and plot...
It had become the highlight of my day, sitting out on the bench in front of the apartment complex I called home, waiting for the school bus to drop the students off. This gives you an idea of how exciting retirement was for me, but at 65 you take your thrills anyway you can. Each day at 3:35 or so, the Catholic school girls go by, dressed in identical outfi...
The first time I saw her was out in the parking lot of our office building. The smooth, bare calves that ended in plain black pumps were what caught my eye. I remember just sitting behind the wheel and watching those legs as she strode towards the building, so business like in her smart navy suit. As I recall, a sharp gust of wind had caught her red hair, mo...
PART 1: Ashley I thought a sunny day was the last thing I needed. The added heat was almost too much. The movers had done a lot of the work before they left but unpacking was taking extra long. I turned around and almost face-planted, "Jason! Please go find something to do for a minute or two." With my young son Jason under my feet the whole time I was co...