(In which Beth strips in public and finds that she enjoys exhibitionism) Beth tried to back off from the relationship because of my coming departure and she succeeded in keeping it on a platonic level after our Christmas idyll. I respected her feelings and didn't do anything to reignite our affair. Adele in her way helped by insisting that I come home right...
When I get up it is lunch time the next day. So I only slept like oh eighteen hours maybe. I sit up in my bed, and everything hurts. I am so swore, I need to move around I can't stay in my bed. I move towards my door. I get a really bad felling like, something terrable is going to happen soon. I don't normally fell like this. I mumble to myself, “Fuck what i...
Something about Goliath Gym is special. Whatever your goals may be, Goliath Gym is here to make them come to life. At least, that's what the billboards and TV ads say. The building itself is nice, but nothing out of the ordinary. Two stories of concrete and class in a regular strip mall on the decent side of town didn't exactly make it stand out as "spe...
This is a sequel to "Lunch With Max". I would like to thank "Whispersecret" for her suggestions and advice. I think that based on that advice there is possibly one more story in the series, as she has raised some interesting directions for me to consider - but let's see if anyone likes this one first. * * * * * Steve was doing his best to feel apprehensive...
Hermes sped through Gateway City faster than an eye could follow, zipping between buildings and cars with a dexterity that defied physics. If any pedestrians noticed Hermes passing it was only a small breeze they detected as he ran by. Reaching the Keppler Building didn't slow the messenger god; he simply hopped up and shifted his footing to run straight up...
We travel by night to avoid enemy fighters: bomb-laden American P-47's, rocket-toting English Typhoons. Death angels. Twelve kilometers more. I can nearly smell Marie Colette's perfume sweat, bad breath, and sex through the road-dust clogging my straight, Teutonic nose. The long barrel jutting out ahead of our Panther G, a 75mm KwK 42 L/70 cannon, reminds...
Some things just aren't meant to be. Physical impossibilities, like apples falling up, or frogs singing The Star Spangled Banner. Things that are way too remote to count on, like rolling twenty consecutive sevens. Or, at odds of one in 175 million, you could include winning the Power Ball in that category, too. You can add to that list the way my friend Jaso...
***This story is dedicated to MG, truly a god amongst men - mind, body, and soul - who drives me wild in ways I'll never understand. * I'm racing across town, pushing the capabilities of my boxy little car, barely slowing for stoplights. My mind is focused on one thing and one thing only right now...him. He's finally here again - in my zip code. And I can'...
The dorm party was a raging success. So much so we were running shy on everything. I started collecting money for a food run when Steve pulled me aside. "Don't sweat it, babe, I've got popcorn in my room." "Well let's go," I said, hurrying him out the door. A word of introduction might be appropriate. My name is Alice and I'm the 5-2, eye...
Chapter 7: Auntie's Turn at Revenge! As I was heading out the door, the guard gave me a big old smile and did the pussy salute, which I returned as I did a motion with my hips to indicate I had fucked Ally Cat .The guard gave the cock-sucking motion, but I had to shake my head no on that one. She giggled and finally spoke. "Better luck next time, sweetie, a...