Eighteen year olds are the same the world over. The handsome, tough and sporty are nearly always the most popular. Adam was none of these, he was rather effeminate, of slight build and definitely no sportsman. As such, he never had that many friends. His home life wasn't much better; his father was dead, he had no siblings and his mother worked every hour Go...
I moved to take a new job. I have been a computer programmer for about 15 years, and I was really excited about this new opportunity. The job was really good, and paid well, but the cafeteria in the building wasn't all that good. So, I started going out for lunch, and looking around the neighborhood for places to eat. I was working near the airport, and alon...
I must admit, I felt the tiniest surge of sexual excitement as we entered the lingerie store together. It was a decision made on a whim, passing by after having been out for a nice dinner. After looking around for the briefest of time, we are approached by a salesperson. She is a short, cute brunette in a tight fitting white blouse and black pants who gives...
I liked her. When you have interviewed as many candidates as I have, you find that there are some you like within the first few seconds, and some you do not take to quite as much. I liked this woman. She entered the room hesitantly, unsure whether to close the door behind her, then closing it perhaps a little too firmly. I indicated the chair on the other...
Doug and Paige worked in the same industry, for two different companies, not really competitors, for the first was a small business, and the second was one of the largest companies in the field. They met at what Doug anticipated to be a mundane briefing. Little did he know that Paige had already scouted him out, and before the first chart had graced the scre...
Chapter 6: Tonight You Belong to Me Claire Belfield's husband, George, was in a sweat as he climbed the stairs in a brownstone on West 24th Street. He hated climbing stairs. Was she home or was she out? Maybe she wasn't home yet. He always liked it better when she was home. If she wasn't home he'd have to wait for her, and any time he spent alone in the bui...
He liked her stories. She had a nice clean style, moved the story along, had a nice feel for the language. Her writing said smart. Her women had passion. He liked smart. He loved women. He was moved by passion. His lifestyle had been admired by many. His resume was long and varied. He had acted and modeled for jeans (good ass). He had been an entertainment...
Her eyes burned into the back of his head as he walked away. How could any one man be so arrogant, so cocky, such a royal prick? That he had the power and position to get away with it only made it more frustrating. No one had the right to speak to another human being the way he just spoke to her. She was not accustomed to being treated in this fashion, moreo...
Authors note: The prelude to this adventure and the introduction to the characters are made in my other submission, "My French Holiday." I strongly suggest that be read before this to gain the required continuity. I'd kept in touch with Luc and Richard following my amazing holiday in France. That holiday when I'd met the two most beautiful young men I'd e...
Entry 4 The Date My date was more than I expected, although, not every detail of my fantasy was realized. I think this is why these fantasies are really just daydreams . They build the anticipation in my mind as well as the excitement arousing the rest of my body. To fulfill a complete fantasy would be most definitely a heavenly experience . However, to us...