I suppose it was all my own fault. I should have known what I was getting into. Or maybe I did know, and that was why I got into it. Sometimes it's hard to say what we do of our own conscious volition, and what we are somehow drawn into doing. But it happened all the same. It was the summer after my junior year in college, when the world still lay before me...
Unfortunately, it didn't seem like a lot of work was getting done on the following day. Marisa looked out of her kitchen window into her neighbor's backyard. She gazed up the pile of tools and pipes that looked untouched from the day before. The clouds were gray and a drizzle had taken over the day since the morning. Marisa moped around the house in her paja...
Nigel sensed a different mood at the Trinity College office. There was tension in the air...something he was not accustomed to, yet familiar. He wondered what schemes his supervisor, the beautiful Sydney Fox, was putting together. It had been a rather quiet month, and he was fully expecting her to drag him along somewhere. Maybe the Caribbean this time? He t...
"Mark darling, where did this come from?" Lucy asked her husband as he arrived back from the shop. "What, my love?" he asked, as he walked into his office to find her holding a piece of paper in her hands. Instantly the world seemed to stop for him. How could he have been so stupid? Why did he leave that single sheet of paper on the printer? "It says 'Rul...
A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists – Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date. This story could appear in a number...
Credit must be given to Louis L'Amour. His book, "The Walking Drum", first introduced me to the phrase "Yol Bolsun". While research indicates disagreement as to the correct translation, I prefer Mr. L'Amour's translation because of its literal and metaphoric inferences. In any event, I hope you enjoy this story. Please vote and comments are always welcome....
Purple Daze or "I'd Dye For You!" Bethany Coburn wasn't exactly crazy; just exceedingly eccentric for a twenty-one year old law student. The perky brunette had just put in her last night of Hell at a marketing research job she had hated intensely for 4 out of the 5 months she'd worked there. To celebrate her newfound freedom, she decided to do the only lo...
"Stop fidgeting this instant." His voice was low and always felt like a caress. She stopped. Instantly. But she really wanted to keep fidgeting. Fidgeting all the way back into her clothes and into her house and into her room and under her covers. "You are my Little one." "That doesn't help me. I'm sorry, I should accept your compliment, but I just cann...
"Welcome viewers to a very special evening on the Home Value Network! We have bargains galore for you tonight -- and more than a few surprises!" For Jon Yardley, the on-air host for the television shopping channel, every night was a 'special' night, but even he had no idea of the surprises in store for April first. Gary, the senior camera man for the netwo...
It was a beautiful warm sunny evening as my wife Joyce and I sat in our hot tub on the porch of our 24th. floor penthouse condo overlooking Sand Key and the beach of Clearwater. Joyce looked at the clock on the deck and started to jump up exclaiming “Oh no, it’s already 6:30 and our company will be here in and hour.” Joyce got out of the tub and began to dry...