It all began with a phone call. Mr Taylor, the manager of the firm where my husband had been hurt whilst installing some new lighting, asked me if I could call and see him soon to discuss the accident. Naturally I assumed this was to talk about his compensation. John, my husband was a self employed electrician and had only recently started working for hims...
"Truth or dare, Aves?" "Come on you guys, don't you think we're a little bit too old for this game?" Cass rolled her eyes and topped off her wine glass. "Hell no. You're never too old for truth or dare." Jill drained her glass and held it out to Cass for a refill, but she only filled it half-way. Jill pouted and continued to hold the glass out. "I live two...
"A Saturday of Cheerleader Pleasure Ch. 06" is a continuation of "A Saturday of Cheerleader Pleasure" Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5. If you have not yet read those stories, I advise doing so before you start to read this story. This is an erotic fantasy. It is a work of fiction. Any characters or events related to real-life people or real-life events is uninten...
"Business, or pleasure?" the taxi driver asked, opening an umbrella and guiding me to his car from the over hang. "Neither I guess... Just coming home" I answered glumly. It was only noon, but the rain and overcast blocked out any sunlight. "Welcome home then," he opened the back door for me, took my crutch, and grabbed my bags to place them in the trunk....
The following morning Willie was still confused in his new surroundings, yet the change in him had become evident: his gestures possessed a greater conviction, which suggested he was beginning to feel more comfortable. Little things like the sure way he picked up a cup of tea, the certainty with which he told everyone he didn't take sugar or milk with it, we...
The sun was just peeking over the horizon as I pulled out of the rest area and headed down I-55 toward St. Louis. There was little traffic on the road this early in the morning. In about an hour, things would start picking up as people hit the highway on their way to the same job at the same desk in the same building as yesterday and the day before that. I f...
You are probably tired of this, but the story ‘Very Bad Things’ gives a bit of insight to the events in this story, though, as always, I tried to make it stand alone. Somehow, the stories keep connecting. Probably because I keep reusing the characters. Stories sometimes linger. Bear in mind as you read this: this is a story about people and how they deal w...
This one takes a little time to build. Thanks go to the real Jasper for not minding me publishing this and to the real Eric. I owe him some pom-poms. * You know how life can take a screaming left turn? Well, mine did, about a week ago. I'd been minding my own business, and trying to get my life turned back around after a divorce. I'd gotten my own place an...
Kay stood in front of the mirror in her bathroom, nearly nude and shaking with rage. The worst part was she was pissed off at herself. At 45, she still had a good figure, never having had children meant she was spared the damage of childbearing so her stomach was still quite flat, her hips still narrow and her breasts, while small were still very firm and...
Sophie is close to solving the infamous Shimura Conjecture. The needed inspiration comes from a foursome. I'm grateful to my friend (code name Spunk) for background information concerning Math Graduate Students. The pseudo math jargon in this story is fictional and is not based on real terms, except partially. Finally, there is not yet any documented evid...