They stood motionless in the driveway drinking beer and shooting the shit. It was a daily occurrence, a tradition that you just don't screw around with. Hank Hill was the brains of the bunch as he was the Assistant Manager of Strickland Propane. He loved to talk about his work and the others pretended to listen to gas related stories. After several minut...
Playing poker was a hobby, Sara knew that. Playing poker financed his first body farm and put extra money in the bank. But, being their first night off together in weeks, playing poker wasn't something she wanted him to do. All of his poker playing friends were coming over to their home. She had made plans to go to the movies with Greg and Wendy. She missed...
You came by one evening and after our usual wet and passionate kisses I told you that I had arranged to have some friends over to play poker. You looked disappointed until I told you that I wanted you to serve them beer, snacks, and "anything else" they wanted, and that I wanted you stark naked during the whole time. I said that they would be here in a few m...
CHANDLER LANGSATALE'S REC ROOM/CIGAR BAR, JUNE, 1979... "You really wanna do this?" Kat asked with a cocky grin. "I think it's the only chance I have of ever seeing those Grand Tetons of yours," the Wyoming-born Chandler said desperately with a smile. She giggled. "Okay, then, gentlemen," Kat announced, beginning to deal the deck with tremendous zeal....
Brianna and Howard had settled into a very comfortable and frequently adventurous relationship. They had established two very structured dynamics but, they frequently bled into one another. Brianna was always in charge, even if on the surface, for the benefit of other family, it appeared as though Howard was the authoritative father figure. In reality, Howar...
Strip poker is a classic game, and for good reason. It can be a slightly risqué party game (try playing a round of old-fashioned Spin the Bottle after every winning hand) or the perfect way to set up a long night of affection between, or among, consenting adults. Watching someone else take off a piece of clothing every few minutes can be a great tension-buil...
Two days after returning to Thunder Bay, Robert sent Annie an email, asking how she had done at the tables on Sunday night. He let her know that he had managed to come out ahead by $150, which when added to his previous day's winnings meant that he had had a very successful weekend. About three hours after he had sent her the message, he heard his laptop an...
I have long wanted to write a storyline that is different to anything else that has been published on this site. This is it. Although the central theme of the publication is poker, I have constructed the story so that it also works for those who have no interest in that subject and who wish to skip those sections. I believe your understanding will be the po...
"Fuck this shit!" The Albino shoved all his chips to the center of the table. "This has gone on long enough. Let's end it here." I studied him through the cigarette smoke drifting through the harsh glare cast by the buzzing fluorescent light above the table. His appearance reminded me of a snake. The eyes were tiny red dots lost in a rolling mass of jowls...
With nothing to do and being silly they decided to play strip poker. Her friends told her that they had played before and that it was fun. There were three girls and three boys so the mix was even. It was a different version of strip poker than she had heard of. Normally the loser removes and article of clothing, but here clothes were used like chips. If you...