Why in the world had he taken a job teaching at this shitty high school? Oh that's right, his unit had been called up for Iraq; he'd come home eight months later and he didn't have a job any more. His fucked up former employer had used some legal loop hole to, "eliminate his former position". He'd talked to the JAG officer; he wasn't in a union or a non-exem...
Chapter 3: Conclusion "And so, that's that." Sandy Calloway finished her speech to the six young men of the frat house she had visited. The college it was located at was only a dozen blocks from the hotel where her and the rest of her school's cheerleading squad were staying as they competed in an interstate competition. That made the frat house the perfect...
A swirl of beauties moved around the stage at Joou in the red-light Shinjuku Ni-Chome district of Tokyo. The entertainment had moved into the evening gown portion of the night, where the lovelies paraded around, lip synching to a Peggy Lee song. Each of them had a moment in the spotlight at center stage, where the audience's favorites received the most appla...
The sign on the dock simply said, "Ferry to Lady Luck." Tied to the dock was a sixty-five foot power launch. As the woman walked from the parking lot to the dock the older man in the ticket booth watched closely. She was wearing tan slacks and a tan silk blouse. The toe of her tan shoes showed as did the bottom of her spiked heels. Her hair was honey blonde...
The light peered through the mist, a beacon of warmth in the gloomy streets of Edwardian South London. Phillip cursed the impulse that had spurred him to England's capital without a plan, with little money for food, or more importantly he realised, lodgings. He paused at the door, apprehensive as to the reception he might receive as an unknown face. He needn...
Author's note: Yes, there are a couple more chapters worth of 'set up' before the romance and all the gymnastics associated with it begins. And with the number of young ladies being introduced, I'd say there will be quite a few gymnastics involved. Also, all previous caveats still apply. ----- The narrator of a story enjoys many privileges unknown to the a...
"Fucking hell!" The pretty young blonde growled into the telephone, "I don't fucking believe it! How am I supposed to......I'm not swearing........ok I was; but only a little...... fucking hell!" She then blankly looked at the receiver before banging it back into the cradle. The young woman then sat in stunned silence for a moment or two until her big brown...
We got into some financial difficulty a few years ago. I'd borrowed a lot and Elaine and I spent too much over one Christmas on the kids and family. And then I lost my job. It was all very difficult and, as these things do, it affected our marriage profoundly. While we kept our troubles from the kids, Ellen and I talked about little else -- driving out all p...
All the lights in the room were dark and Christine was sitting at the table waiting for her husband to come home. It was after midnight and she had a class to teach at eight in the morning. She was hoping with dread bundled in her stomach that he was just doing overtime and not out drinking. It seems like a cliche, but he sometimes came home drunk as skunk a...
This is a new story of which I wasn't quite sure which category to put it under. It's more or less writing itself at the moment and I'm also not sure how much sex there will be. (At this point it could go either way, so for the quick and dirty this may not be suitable and there is no gratification unfortunately in this submission.) -- For a long time peop...