Immersion Playground Book #3: Flight to Paradise Chapter 8 Mac's eyes flutter open and he looks around the slowly brightening room, the room's window slowly growing clear to allow in more light. He yawns, wanting to stretch, but not wanting to disturb Kate lying close beside him. When he'd gone to sleep last night she'd still been lying on his chest, but...
I was out fishing with a buddy, and I made a comment about a commercial that was popular on TV; advertising a new Viagra-like prescription. I joked about the good looking chicks in the commercials wondering why those guys would need that stuff with that talent. They had some funny lines about how the women now all wanted their men to take this new prescripti...
Nestled within the gentle embrace of her private thermae, appointed tastefully as it was with ornate gold fixtures and the soft surround of walls laden in Venetian kilned tiles, Michelle was as far and removed from common reality as she could possibly get. Her time and place was an effortless occupation, involving nothing more energetic than to lounge with...
Author's note: All characters and companies mentioned in this story have no existence outside the imagination of the author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone or anything bearing the same name or names. Events portrayed in this story are pure invention and have not been based on any events that have happen in real life. All the characters involved in...
I work for a management consultant firm in the southern part of the United States. I handle key relationships with other businesses for my company. It's fairly typical of me to be invited to their company parties. I received the invitation to a party from a good client. It was an invitation to a company Christmas party. I had attended the party the prior y...
Dalia Collins pulled her red sweater a little tighter, trying to ward off the late night chill as she walked across the parking lot to where she had parked her car. Behind her, the lights of Mickey's Place, the 24-hour Truck Stop where she worked, still shone brightly, the tables still filled with customers. It had been an extremely busy night for the 49 yea...
From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: My Hot Date Dear Ella How are things in S. GA and business school? Good, I hope. Or at least, better than what I'm doing. I thought living in Atlanta was going to be so exciting but it hasn't turned out that way. I'm stuck in this tiny apartment that's all I can afford, all the women at work a...
Minerva lay on the ground unable to move without pain, fortunately she was able to hold on to her bag when she fell. She opened it with her uninjured hand and took out a bottle of water crying out when she instinctively tried to use her injured hand to open the bottle. Tears flowed as she waited for the pain to ebb, when it finally did she opened the bottle...
FAWC 2: Virtuoso (Author's note: This story is a submission to the second Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on August 16th, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each story in this challenge is centered around a random determination of four "mystery ingredients."...
The Inversion Diversion. A sequel to 'Dark Lot Friends' in Erotic Couplings. ***** The scavenger hunt had gone great. I'd put it on with a former co-worker, Sam, and invited about 20 people to participate, most of them current co-workers. The hunters had run around finding various answers for around 6 hours. The after-hunt party was at my house and several...