Dear faithful readers - My apologies for the dreadful delay in returning to this tale of love and high finance. So many stories, so little time... Sierra. ***** A Couple - Part 4 - A Holiday Birth and More Surprises It was the third week of December and we were having a cold spell, with frost. The early morning swim club was in full swing, supervised by S...
Chapter Eight -- The First Fifteen May 1986 Sandra dropped Archie off outside his townhouse. They both watched the curtain twitch as the car pulled up. "Do you think she knows about us?" Sandra asked, biting a fingernail. "I doubt it. She thinks I'm a womaniser but wouldn't waste my time on my partner, too many loose lips etcetera. Thinks I play around o...
Kate stepped out of her apartment and walked to the corner. She knew it wouldn't be long before a tram came by for the short trip to the observatory. "What could Jack be planning for Earth Day and why there?" she wondered. She had never heard of a party to celebrate the event. Somehow, all things considered, it just did not seem appropriate. The tram arriv...
Note- This is my loving tribute to the delectable ass of Kaley Cuoco. ***** Kaley Cuoco left the Sherman Oaks yoga class in tiny thigh skimming black shorts and a plain black vest. The tv actress showed off her trim pins proudly as she hurried to her car. Her personal trainer had been helping Kaley in developing her lower body, in particular her butt. She...
The expression of my sadistic tendencies, hope you like it. Any feedback is appreciated. ***** I knew it was a bad idea to take a shower at this time, I was just asking for trouble I should've gone home and used my own but instead I had the brilliant idea to use the changing room showers. Now here I am with the guy who has made my life miserable for the p...
INTRO Randi Boehmon was perched on the front of her large mahogany executive desk. One slender leg was draped over the edge, her black peep-toe platform pump with the 4 1/2 inch heel dangling above the floor. As she braced herself upright with her left arm, she realized that her weekly yoga classes were certainly paying off. Her other leg was pointed almos...
(All characters sexually active in this story are at or above the age of eighteen. All characters are purely fictional. Check out my profile!) I like to think of myself as a master of exploitation. Others will call me a bitch, a whore, or just plain evil. But my interference in the affairs of others is minimal; its victims further extend the problems I ca...
It was Sunday, a full day off from work. That meant I had the whole day to devote to my other job, the one I should have concentrated on years ago. I planned to do some serious work on my thesis. On the wrong side of my thirty-fifth birthday, I, Joseph Middleton, was a college boy. I was an average student in high school. My grades weren't good enough to ge...
It's in the blood, this passion that I have for baseball. It all started on an oppressively humid August day in central Alabama, when I was all of four years old. I was sitting on Aunt Roberta's porch, two houses down from my own, dressed in a gingham dress and enjoying a tea party with Lily, my favorite rag doll. Aunt Roberta had noticed a yellow-jacket ne...
Chapter 1 -- Ivy The blind in my bedroom window is not the best. It hangs a little crooked and the bottom three slats are bent slightly. In the morning, the sun shines right through that gap and hits me square in the face. I stopped using an alarm clock. Now I just get up when the sun does. I know it sounds early, but I live on a farm and everything you'...