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Take Me Out...At The Old Ball Game

by RichardHardy on Sep 17, 2017
Text With Audio

* * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (9 min/mp3) * * * * * We like to make side bets. "Snide bets" we call them. There's no money involved. Our favorite form of payoff involves sex—usually oral—delivered by the loser to the grinning winner. Snide bets. This one involved Game One of the 2015 World Series. Don't ask how I got the ti...

Amazin'

by JayDavid on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

I started writing this story early in the baseball season, but stalled. Then, it was going to be a Summer Contest entry, but I didn't finish it in time. And now that we have reached the end of the baseball season, with the Mets ending another lousy season, I decided to finish it. One of the reasons that it took so long is that I have found myself increasingl...

Using a Matchmaker Pt. 03

by Jaxon16 on Mar 11, 2019
Erotic Couplings

"Patti is sending the limo to pick us up at your place at around 3:30. We should get to Citifield by 4:30 so plenty of time to mingle with the players before the game. How about we meet for brunch before that?" I asked Jaime. "Better idea! I'll make you breakfast. Come by at 11," she responded quite confidently. Nothing witty came to mind quickly to respon...

Using a Matchmaker

by Jaxon16 on Jan 6, 2018
Erotic Couplings

"Have you decided to bid on anything tonight?" the dark haired woman asked me. "I put in one for the Mets package and the foursome at Winged Foot," I responded. "Golf is not my thing, but I also bid for the Mets. Hi, my name is Patti. What did you put up for the auction?" "Hi, Jason. And a weekend's use of my boat," I answered. "Wow! that is some prize....

Fall of '69 Ch. 11

by wilderness on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

I might have been awake an hour, watching Becky sleep. Her body twitched. She mumbled anxiously, while rain and wind rattled the windows. When dawn broke with a clap of thunder, she sat up in alarm - the sheet falling to her waist. "It's just thunder," I whispered, rubbing her back, feeling her tension subside under my palm. Resting her head on her knees...

The Movies with Desiree

by av8r1998 on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Desiree and her entire family were over at my parent's house one lazy Saturday afternoon in June. I had just gotten out of the pool, and grabbed a hamburger and a beer. My sister had gone upstairs to get ready for a party she was attending with her boyfriend. My brothers, along with Desiree's brother took their bikes and went to the park to play ball with th...

Adventures at Yankee Stadium

by ChantillyLace on Sep 11, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

What better way to spend a Saturday afternoon then going out to a baseball game with your girlfriend? Especially if the Yankee's are playing the Mets at Yankee Stadium. I had gotten the tickets from a friend of mine, because he and his wife had to go out of town. So me and Michelle where planing on having a good time at the ball park. When I met Michelle a...

Yankees vs. Mets

by thehumpman on Sep 14, 2017
Loving Wives

As a lifelong New York Mets fan I always looked forward to interleague play and when they face the cross town rivals the Yankees. I was invited to the house of a buddy who grew up to be a lifelong Yankee fan along with his wife Karen. I brought a twelve pack of beer and a bag of pretzels which Karen took into the kitchen, my buddy John was in the living ro...

Rosa, My Love

by Pussyrider on Sep 19, 2017
Romance

My name's Mark Dowd, and until a few months ago I was a corporate lawyer with Crombie, Noble, Hansen and Petrie, one of the giants of American law, with offices in New York and half a dozen other major cities across the country, plus London, Paris and Rome. I'm 31, six-feet-one tall and, if I say so myself, good looking, with typical black Irish features --...

The Mighty Quinn

by quinnhemmingway on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

Amanda Quinn's life was a simple equation. Unfulfilled potential multiplied by an empty wallet, divided by a bunch of unpaid bills; bills that were strewn across her mini-studio; the one that offered a fabulous view of fifty-seventh street; the walls painted a pristine shade of white; the floors sanded to perfection, stinking of Murphy's Oil Soap. "Bills,"...