I've written this story in many forms. At one time on version of it was published in Penthouse letters. It was only a stylized version of the last part. The sex was in the car. The events all happened except for the actual sex. This story takes place some thirty years ago in "The Great White North". It is fiction based on events that actually happened. I'm...
The sign outside the boardroom read 'Executive Board Members: 2005 Product Line Meeting'. This was the day. It was the meeting that showcased the results of a year's worth of concepts, designs, and endless meetings. I had watched many careers made or broken here every year – it all happened within the next 30 minutes. The boardroom was humming with directors...
The trees have turned and the daylight doesn't linger as long as it use to. A rich landscape of green has been repainted with the subtle hues of orange and gold. The sand traps are riddled with fallen leaves and if you brave the afternoon chill long enough to play the back nine you will be rewarded with a view from the fourteenth tee that is as pretty as an...
Gentle readers, a friend and writing partner suggested I make it clear from the beginning that this isn't a stroke story. And truly, it is not. Sometimes, you just need an old-fashioned love story. All rights reserved, but you knew that. "Money may buy you a fine dog, but only love makes him wag his tail." - Kinky Friedman raconteur, Texas Jewboy, a...
Bobbi was a flute player and majorette in Mr. Kay's band. She had long lusted after Mr. Kay but knew he was married; she also suspected that he was getting it on with the new student teacher, Amy. Bobbi couldn't wait until her 18th birthday so that she could finally fulfill her every wish. She was going to have Mr. Kay "On the 50 yard-line" before she gradua...
"Physically, what is it that you love about me a Jay?" "First, your eyes. When I look in them, I really do lose myself. Your facial features, what can I say, I love Asian women. Your hands, their soft, and warm and I enjoy holding them. then there is your hair, you know how much I love that. Finally, there is on last thing I that I just love about you physi...
I was still thinking about that night weeks later, fucking both Lara and Sabine out of nowhere. I had left after my encounter with Sabine. She had suggested I not stay around much longer that night, dryly laughing about how I had caused enough fucking trouble. I had to agree, I had indeed. But even she had to admit I'd had some help along the way. Weeks h...
This story has a long introduction, so if you are looking for instant gratification this may not be the story for you. Try looking at my other stories; they are listed under the name upforalmostanything. "You can't settle down and provide me the security I need." Those were the last words in the letter from my latest ex-girlfriend. I had a good job with...
Hmmmm...$150 bucks just for writing a story for a contest? What the hell, I ain't bashful and I could use the cash, so why not? "What's so funny?" Debs asked me as I sat there giggling. Debra is my neater than butter on popcorn 58 year old wife, she is a Registered Nurse Practitioner which just means she is a Doctor that is less likely to kill you than th...
Wendy just dreaded her annual exam. But since there's history of cancer in her family, she makes sure she keeps her appointment. Unfortunately for her, her regular doctor had left the practice. She was told that her appointment would be with an older doctor who was filling in. She never thought to ask if it was a female doctor. Her old doctor, like the other...