A New York City Apartment Marla D. Deering, born Marla Darling Dexter, was bored. She slumped in the luxuriously over-stuffed chair and frowned at her loneliness. Her life had gone from an exciting and liberating string of clubs and one night stands to endless days at home and one familiar "stand" per week. Her old friends never called and she longed for th...
This story is the third in a series. I strongly recommend reading the prior stories in order because this story is a continuation of those. Any similarities to any real person are entirely coincidental. The e-mail address that appears near the end is, I hope, not real. ***** Being Amanda's personal trainer was a dream come true. Of course, I got to spend a...
Revenge sometimes can be a double edge sword. Wielding it around carelessly can do the intended damage sought but can also hurt the person doing the wielding. In this case we both got permanently hurt. No one won or got anything out of it other than the lawyers either time. Both of us ended up looking like assholes while alienating most of the people around...
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It had never happened to me before. The sight of one woman having the effect it did was so dramatic that I stopped and stared, totally oblivious to my surroundings. I had blanked out everything except her, my vision narrowing to focus only on her. She was blonde. Oh, God, was she blonde! Her silken hair almost white-gold. Fair skinned, tall, dressed in a si...
The man stood by the window in a dark room, smoking and waiting patiently. There was nothing else to do but wait. His eyes flickered between the fattening moon in the starless sky and the apartment on the fourth floor of the building across the street - one floor lower than his own. It appeared lightless and lifeless. No one was there, not yet anyway. The...
Miles stopped for a cup of coffee at a convenience store before returning to the winery. He tried to remember how much of a mess was left from the poker game. It didn't seem like it was that bad. Most of it could be removed with generous use of large trash bags. And, the windows had been left open to clear the air. As Miles pulled into the winery, he saw To...
Finishing a job late on a Friday afternoon is not good, especially during the summer. The roads are crowded with people getting an early start to their weekend plans. Most of them are in a big hurry and not in a good frame of mind. I particularly hate it when I'm over three hundred miles from home, as the case today. I do have several options as to routes....
This is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction. Since I enjoy what I read on here so much, and I like telling stories, I thought I'd try to add something of my own. I'd have liked to have a female climber saving two guys, but I'm not at all confident I could write believably from a woman's perspective - I'm not sure I can write believably from mine :) T...
Jeez! This is why I don't like doing "Skis"; Polanski, Krasinski, Romakowski, or "Anyotherskis." You know, guys of Polish decent? The fuckers spooge like lawn sprinklers when they pop. I scoop the last gobs Gribonowski's baby gravy out of my cleavage and thank Gods Unseen that I have the experience to efficiently manage such a messy exchange. He's pulled up...