[There is a terrific story by cpete called "Blood From a Turnip" that got me thinking in a certain direction. This story is the result.] About 5:30 on Sunday evening, Beverly walked in the front door, dropped her purse and keys on the wingback chair, and headed down the hall to the master bedroom. I don't know for sure if she saw me sitting in the den, bu...
"The house feels empty. And I do too." She said. I had enjoyed her and her husband's hospitality only two days before. Although they'd sent nice "thank you" notes, and we'd said we'd do it again, I really didn't expect it this soon. "Stan went fishing today and I'm here all by myself. I enjoyed Friday night more than anything I can remember in years. Would...
A NEW LIFE FOR JAMES AND ANA, PART II On the way home from town, something caught the pup's attention and he let out with a sort of "rowlf" sound and James asked him where that came from and named him "Rolf" on the spot. Also on the way back to the ranch, it started to snow lightly, then quickly building in intensity until by the time they reached the ranch...
It's paycheck Friday. An envelope in my hand and a smile spread over my face, I step out of my dusty pickup and walk across the lot to the streak free glass doors of the bank building. Approaching the podium to fill out my deposit, I slit the envelope open with an ink pen from my shirt pocket and unfold my reward for the last two weeks of toil and tolerance,...
My wife, Gwen, and I are what an ordinary couple would call weird—or perhaps even a disaster—but we are way beyond the point where name-calling would hinder the desires we both have. It was a Friday night. Gwen and I were watching a movie with erotic scenes and dance sequences, when she suddenly said she felt like going clubbing. I was surprised because usu...
Chapter 01: Parking Lot Blowjobs Friday, February 17, 2012 See "Blowjobs For Keith" for Carol's stats. Carol and I live a few blocks (walking distance) from a small nightclub that I'll call "Shamrock's". This is good as we don't need to drive because we like to have drinks when we're out for the evening. We have a friend that is a drummer (Bryan) in a loc...
This is a work of fiction, written for enjoyment and amusement; hopefully yours as well as mine. Comment and constructive criticism invited. I'm sorry that this one has been so long in coming, but I needed to finish my dissertation! ****************** While we had been making our plans and Lisa had been 'phoning Jeff, Mrs Larson had been working in the ho...
This chapter is for J. with lots of kisses ... Every day you inspire me. Thank you! ~~~~~~~~~~ By 9.05 PM I was waiting nervously for Carlos, all my insecurities chipping away at my self-confidence. I was wondering how I could ever have made myself believe that a handsome, attractive and obviously intelligent man could want me except perhaps to toy with oc...
The trees were tangle-trunked weeping gums, all bent and twisted, stunted and knotted, with creaking branches and clattering dusty leaves. Bark came off in long loose strips and hung, rattling, in the breeze. Between the trees there was grass and dust and stony little gullies. In a dry summer like this, the sun baked everything, grass and dirt and empty dams...
Chapter Five - Can We Fuck Her? "Can we fuck her?" the man that Adele knew only as Dale asked. "The boss didn't say we couldn't. He just said to keep her here until he tells us to release her and the kid. Way I see it, a little bit of sexual assault won't count for much on top of the kidnapping charge if we get caught," the man she knew only as Lyle respon...