Copyright 2009 by madengineer3 This story is pure fiction. Any similarities in names and places are purely coincidental. The story starts in the late 1950s. All participants are over eighteen and willing. I want to thank MiliktheRed for his excellent editing. * Two years had past since Sue had accepted Charlie Crocker's offer of a job. As it turned out,...
Tonya brushed her short black hair into place. She let her hands run down her yellow dress. She wanted to look perfect. Look perfect for him. Her mother left an hour earlier. Kevin would be here any minute. She took a deep breath and stared into her own brown eyes. She exhaled and hung her head grasping the edge of the sink. Kevin. How had she ended up actin...
It's funny how time tends to distort memory. How we remember our youth in clarity but can never remember what we had for dinner last night. There is one experience that I will never forget...My Three Hour Tour! I was always shy as a child and as an adult. I was always a "good girl." I did everything the right way. But my life was boring. I didn't have a boy...
Claudia was having a delicious dream about what went on between Joanna and her last night. She could almost feel Joanna's luscious lips on her nipples, sucking gently before she went down on Joanna's scrumptious clit. Slowly she realized that she was in that semi-sleep stage where reality and dreams mix and mingle. The fantasy slowly became reality as she co...
I wrote this for a 'friend' via text, I fleshed it out a bit and submitted it...my first story!! I hope you enjoy, feel free to leave a comment...I can take it ;) * So I finished giving you a tour of the school and arrive back in the office to see that everyone else has left...i notice that only your car and my car are left in the car park as I look throu...
I had a crush on Linda when I was like seven. Honest! I was a runt of a kid and I remember her being tall with long brown hair. Knowing how shy I used to be, I probably just stood and stared at her, unable to speak. Since she found me on Facebook, we've been trying to figure out how we lost touch, went our separate ways, etc. I remember she lost her home t...
She glanced in the window as she walked past the bar. The tall, good looking guy in the Brooks Brothers cashmere overcoat and Italian wool suit standing at the bar caught her eye. She took a few more steps down the block and then turned around and walked back to the door. The warm air rushed at her as she entered the bar. The air was full of the sounds of cl...
She was thirty-seven. Not that old, not that young. She was generally a happy person, but lately, she'd felt out-of-sorts. No specific reason that she could pinpoint. Job was good, she and her husband were in a fairly good place. She found herself being more nostalgic than usual, watching 80s movies, looking up old high school friends on Facebook, crying at...
I have, what people commonly term, a fucking horrible job. Certainly explaining my profession to other people, or even insurance companies, always garners giggles and confused mutterings. It's silly and immature from them, but something I have to live with. The wages are good, it pays my bills; at least I am not a moral vacuum and work in banking. Or politi...
My first teaching job was in the mountains of rural Georgia about an hour north of Atlanta. It was near where Deliverance was filmed and the locals were still talking about how Burt needed protection since he had been caught having sex with the mayor's wife. I shared a two bedroom apartment with another first year teacher and we became lifelong friends. As...