I sat there at the gate steaming about why they hadn't started boarding the damn plane yet. It was already fifteen minutes late for takeoff and they hadn't let on a single passenger. Of course, being a seasoned traveler I should be used to this, but it seemed more frustrating that for some reason. I'd finished a long weekend of overtime getting a presentatio...
I heard the phone through the cobwebs of too little sleep, the late night cheeseburgers and more than a fair amount of scotch. By the second ring, I had nimbly thrown myself on the floor and was attempting to stand. On the third ring, I forced my eyes open and started the run to my office. This was not unusual for me. I live in an apartment behind my o...
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Preface Readers: I write to titillate, arouse, and entertain. Much of the material contained in this story is explicitly descriptive of an alternative lifestyle. If your comfort zone is based on missionary sex every other Thursday around 8 pm, this story will likely not suit your reading tastes. Comments are welcome, especially those that deal with the way...
A Promising Advertisement First Contact My name is Solange. I am divorced from my cheating husband and, having no children, and a steady income from my job as a medical secretary, I am a free woman. I am reasonably attractive (if I say so myself), hazel eyed brunette, about five feet, six inches tall and a little under ten stone. My body is a little soft bu...
Barry stared out the window of the skyliner car on the train ride home from a summer with Jane and Dick. It had been an emotional departure, both last night and this morning at the depot. Some private time with Jane last night had permitted an emotion-charged exchange of feelings. Dick had insisted on taking him to the train depot this morning, and he was gl...
"Who was that?" Herman asked, when Theodore had finished his conversation and put his cell phone down in the grass. "That was my niece Mimi," Theodore answered. "She asked if she could come for a swim. That's what she always asks on hot days like today. She'll be here soon." "Mimi," Herman thought, "that's one of those names you never hear, but once you c...
We Meet Again Author's notes: I claim the copyright to this story, and it may not be posted elsewhere except by express written (electronic counts as written) permission. This is a work of fiction, and no real person is represented here except for the conductor of the Atlanta Symphony, who plays a very minor part. As a celebrity he is fair game for what he...
This is Chapter 3 of a story I started some time ago and have been delinquent in continuing. For those who might have read and enjoyed the previous two chapters I apologize for my procrastination. For those who might here be exposed to this story for the first time, I sincerely hope you will be tempted to read chapters 1 and 2. * * * * * THE TIME: January...
Part two is here and i have to Thank Kira for her work once again. It is also a fun thing to write and know that people enjoy the stories and what not, but it has been brought to my attention that a friend who writes on this site had her work stolen and some jackhole was making money from it on amazon.com that sucks in so many ways. This is for your enjoymen...