Note- I have been enjoying the repeats of Honey West on English television lately and had this idea. I do not own the rights to the stories or movies of Honey West, Shaft or Cleopatra Jones. This is totally made up by myself for no monetary gain. x Dedicated to the memories of Anne Francis and Tamara Dobson. xxx New York City, 1971. Honey West was hard...
Chapter Three: While Tammy was heading upstairs to lay out her clothes, Mike started thinking. Hell I hate my job. I hate this house. I hate my relatives, especially my calculating brother. I hate this city, it's bad weather, high crime, and it's lousy baseball team. Shit this city doesn't even have an NBA team. Cleveland, now there's a shit hole, but they...
©2015 Dainii, all rights reserved * I'm different. Always have been. First of all, I'm a big boy. I started being 'big' when I was about twelve, and by the time I was sixteen I was already well over six feet tall and two hundred pounds. As a freshman in high school I played point guard, but by my second last year I was six six and the coach insisted that...
"Mr. Walsh would like you to join him in his office," Darla's syrupy voice called from the speakerphone. "I'll be right in." I made a stop in the men's room in route. Blue tie, white shirt, my look was appropriate but not overly stylish. I rebuked Danna's suggestion and went with what I would normally wear because this was a normal day. I didn't want to le...
Chapter One Oregon Trial Wyoming Territory -- 1860 The trail had been long and hard in the three months since leaving Independence, Missouri. For weeks, no rain came, baking the ground into rutted cracks. The lack of rain had brought once flourishing streams to slow muddy trickles. Late June had turned hot and muggy with the forecast for July bearing no...
Hi, my name is Mike. I'm now living in retirement at the age of 72. Through out my life I have had the most outstanding sex with some of the finest young girls, women and older ladies that any man could want. This is the continuing chaptered story on how I play the sex game with these many wonderful women through out my life. These sex escapades are all ve...
Back home Jessie skipped the den and went straight upstairs to bed. Gary decided to leave her alone for a while, and didn't get up there till it was close to five. She was fast asleep so he got some cream and lay down beside her. She was still clothed, a simple yellow sheath dress, white socks and tennis shoes. Since she was lying on her stomach he was able...
This is another departure from my normal type of story. I hope the readers will receive this tale as well as they did my prior story in this vein, The Trail West. As always, constructive comments, critiques, and emails are hoped for and appreciated. This story is loosely based and greatly inspired by the song Winterborn by the Cruxshadows. I'm not usually...
October. Every city wears its history. Some, being newer, have few adornments; others wear the jewels of their years like dowagers. Julia considers this as she hurries with the crowd along Sixty-Seventh Street. She is not a native New Yorker, but from Connecticut--close enough. Her two years in Manhattan, two years of chasing auditions and working part-time...
At 45 years old, I had been a coast to coast mover/trucker for half my life. My strength and ability to go without sleep helped me to make good money. My new tractor had the power and speed to get across the country quickly. After moving my new Girlfriend, Charlene across to Springfield, Missouri, I had taken her middle daughter Linda's best friend, Regina o...