It all began when Coleen Warren told me she needed a ride to the Salisbury District Court House. Short on money, short on friends willing to help, she insisted she had no one else to turn to but me, her probation agent for the past year. Salisbury was over one-hundred miles as the crow flies from where we both lived, the Baltimore Metro region. Her trial dat...
The Trucksmore Family, what a piece of work they were. You know the type of family, the one that even dysfunctional families want to stay away from. They would give the Munster from TV the cold chills. How did I get hooked up with a bunch like that, you ask. Well, take a fifty seven Plymouth, a drive in movie, add Betty Trucksmore to the back seat, stir in...
Watching her dress, stepped out of the shower, head tied up in a towel. We were on our 3rd full day together, and I was not tired of her yet. My job at the amusement park was in mothballs til spring. I had a retail job I would get to next week. This was the week of the year I usually devoted to cleaning up loose ends, finishing stories I had to submit. T...
The hotel room door was not yet completely closed when she threw herself against him, resulting in a double thud of his back against the wall and the door finally slamming shut. Her mouth united with his and their bodies came together in a desperate collision. Instantly, his hands were all over the outside of her pants, clasping at the ass he saw for the fir...
John Hanley had it made. At 35, he had just become the youngest senior executive in his company’s history. His salary was guaranteed to be in the six figure range, and with bonuses, he could easily take home half a million this year. Home life was equally as good. His wife of ten years, Linda, was incredibly supportive of his heavy work load. She understoo...
This story fits a number of categories because the characters are a 19 year old girl and a 64 year old man and covers a lot of territory, mainly anal and fetish. In other words there might be something to offend just about anyone, but then again you might enjoy it. *** I had been out on the back porch most of the evening, going inside only to pour a little...
A narrative from Ms. Gimply's collection. My brother, Johnny, told me that Mark had come back. He was living in the same city where I lived in a group home for the disabled. Mark had been my brother's best friend since primary school. They had been inseparable until Mark left for college ten years ago. Of course, I had known him well, too, as he had been an...
In high school I had been a late bloomer. I was a skinny gawky girl with braces and thick glasses who was very quiet and timid. I never had a date and had few friends other than girls like myself. I finally began to fill out the end of my sophomore year in college. By then I was a total grind and not the least bit interested in the attention I began to rec...
Author's note: This was my eighth trip to Europe. They say that the jet lag means less every time you fly the pond, but I don't think that's true. What I do think is that we learn to live with it, but that our bodies still feel it, every time. The focus is to be on one day, one day only. Here's the story of that day. * * * * * I woke up in a strange place...
My day of meetings had been intense, and I was looking forward to a quiet dinner in the hotel’s restaurant and then a peaceful sleep before heading home the next day. When I reached the restaurant I learned that a convention was in town and therefore I had to wait till a table was ready. I was pleased, however, when I was finally taken to a two-person table...