Alexis was so pissed off with Miranda when she found out she was likely using us to pad her porno site. She was half out of the car to go back to her studio to tell her off. I had a grip on her wrist and softly said, "Don't. She's got a whole classroom of pissed-off paying customers that are demanding their money back right now. Besides, God knows what photo...
Author's Note: This is part three of my smutty little romantic comedy series. This chapter starts off the Mall Arc, which runs until chapter 6. One of the longer chapters, it's a little lighter on the smut, but a little heavier on the swaps, and I hope you'll find it no less sexy. Please leave a comment! I really do love hearing from readers! Even when I'm...
CHAPTER 1 Sheila Krug looked over the top of her wine glass at his husband's business partner, a riot of thoughts plunging through her mind. Naughty -- nay, disgusting thoughts. She brazenly lifted a hand across her left breast and slowly plucked at the nipple beneath her gown, sending sensations of the very wrong kind through the body of the mother of two...
Preface: My wife and I were driving south on one of the highways that connect our home with one of our married children when we passed by one of the community funeral homes. Now it's not normally a busy thoroughfare, and it wasn't that day either, but the parking lot at the home was burgeoning with freshly washed cars and that was not normal. I asked my...
I pulled the Kenworth into the driveway, drove it into its spot next to the house, and shut down the big Cat diesel. After checking everything out inside the cab, I grabbed my bag from the sleeper, opened the door, and stepped out into the chill Alaskan evening. I had just completed a three-day run to Kenai and back; I was tired and smelled of diesel, cigars...
Back in 1998 I was in one of the U.S. services and assigned to a staff. We were on a deployment and had pulled in to Fremantle, Western Australia. Being on a staff there were formal engagements we had to attend. On the night we arrived we were to attend a "meet and greet" at a hotel close to the harbor. For political reasons, attendance was mandatory for the...
After the final morning football practice ended at noon, I drove to the apartment. I would have to start thinking of it as 'home'. By anyone's standard it was small but it was ours. When I stepped onto the landing and grabbed the door handle it was locked. I looked back to the parking lot and noted that Emma's Mercedes was not there. I unlocked the door and...
(Three weeks later, and we find Jim has moved out to a hotel. He and Mel have been seeing each other for three Friday nights, and she stays over, but goes back to Alice on Saturday. We catch them as she's leaving on a Saturday morning.) "Jim, I'll see you in a few days. Okay? Honey?" "Yeah," I responded to Mel. "Of course, babe. I was just... just missing...
'It's not fancy, but it's nice', he assures himself not for the first time, as he looks nervously at the entrance. The bunch of daisies beside him beginning to look not as proud as they had half an hour ago when he arrived, wet palmed and heart racing. He's had time to cool a bit, and his shirt has had time to relax it's carefully pressed fabric, the anticip...
Why in the world had he taken a job teaching at this shitty high school? Oh that's right, his unit had been called up for Iraq; he'd come home eight months later and he didn't have a job any more. His fucked up former employer had used some legal loop hole to, "eliminate his former position". He'd talked to the JAG officer; he wasn't in a union or a non-exem...