It was about 2:00 am when I woke up. Rick was still sound asleep. I got off the bed slowly so as not to waken him. Walking to the livingroom, I took a cigarette from my purse, lighting it in the dark. The air conditioner was still humming, keeping the trailer cool. I slipped on a pair of sneakers I’d brought with me, deciding to take a walk out by the corral...
The figure hugging dark blue leather pants instantly attracted Michael's attention. He had just stepped into the carriage as the train doors began to close. Quickly grabbing a seat as Friday's last suburban train left the central city station, he found himself casting his eye over the people who had entered before him as they also settled into their seats....
In all the time I'd been with Artists Unlimited, there were still instances when I'd be surprised by some revelation about the company. There were the little ones, like how they still did advertising photos at times or their investment in a workout club called Malibu Fitness. And then there was Gary Mackas. I met Gary accidentally in Jeff Murphy's office o...
I got out of bed the next morning feeling refreshed but with a little bit of soreness in my thigh muscles. Ted had spread me hard last night, farther than my leg muscles were used to. I walked down to the kitchen to put on some fresh coffee. I checked the couch as I passed by it, to see if any of the cum stains remained. They hadn't but the couch's material...
Ch.04 The End of Season Party I didn't worry about the team's end of season meal as such. I had my moments of uncontrollable giggling as I fantasized about the evening and I had a few where I was gripped with apprehension and terror. How bad could it be I kept thinking but some of the replies I gave myself were very scary. I decided I was going to be a re...
I wake up groggy and look around trying to remember where I am. I am especially disoriented because not only am I staying in a hotel while at a convention in San Francisco, but the hotel room I am in is not the hotel room I checked into earlier in the week. My head is clouded from lack of sleep and a few too many drinks. But when I turn my head to the right,...
Gail shields her eyes from the hot Alabama summer sun, remaining calm but sometimes giving furtive glances over at her son and his friend moving all his worldly possessions in neat, cardboard boxes. They heft two over each shoulder, using the leverage from their legs to hoist the weight — both athletes and in the prime of their lives. Her son, Matthew, is em...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. *** Kayla opened the door to a dejected looking Cole. She stared at him for a while wishing she could wave a magic wand and see his carefree happy self again. "Ready to talk now?" She asked her boss with a slight smile. Cole only gave a slight nod and stepped into Kayla's elegantly decorated living room. She clo...
Pam Beasley awoke earlier than usual this morning, excited yet a little on edge about her job interview at Dunder Milflin. 22 years old and pounding the pavement looking for work has been exhausting these past few months with mailing out resumes and attending job seminars and interviews. She decided against art school, for now, with hopes of securing a job t...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. *Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *** Michael 'Mickey' Theriot pushed the mail cart to the elevator, pressed the 'Up' button and waited. In the shiny m...