(To the reader: This continuation of the story is told in the same style as the original installment. It was necessary in order to maintain the story line itself. PRECAUTIONARY DISCLOSURE: all characters in the following story are above the age of 18.) * The next morning I'm downstairs... in the big conference room... where the company has provided a spr...
Helen had been my girlfriend for eight years. We had both divorced our previous partners when we were in our late thirties and had met each other through an internet dating site. Helen lived in a small village in Cornwall in a house that her wealthy parents had bought her. Her mother Barbara disliked me intently and had done so since the first day we had met...
Carl Slater, one of the most promising young prosecutors to come out of Harvard Law in the past decade, had suddenly had an epiphany. His first few cases had been open and shut; the defendants were guilty, there was no gray area, and justice was served. Then one day, a young man came through the courtroom, protesting his innocence, with a good alibi. Despite...
It was Saturday afternoon, and I stepped from a taxi two days sooner than I intended to be home. I travel for work about 5 or 6 days per month, setting up systems and programming. My current assignment hit a snag so I headed for home early and planned on surprising my wife. I’m 32, in good shape and have been married to Sharon for 4 years. She’s three years...
"Do you think that you can keep up with me?" Rebecca asked, looking over at Eric. "Of course I can. Do you think that you can keep up with me?" he asked her. "I think so, but you might have to slow down a bit if you want me to," Rebecca said. "Just keep it to a moderate grind instead of your quick pace." "That's fine with me," Eric said. "I like your p...
This is the third part of our three-week vacation in Spain. Harry, our British friend, left us while we were in Benidorm. We spent two more days there enjoying the night life and the beaches. As Judy had promised, her bikini bottoms did get smaller. No top was required on the beach and she might as well not have worn any bottoms because she didn't hide anyth...
Chapter 1: Learning to Dance I know why Susan was my girlfriend. I was in my mid-20's, a graduate student at a medium sized university, and I had plenty of girls to choose from, even if I wasn't the kind of guy to get the beauty queen. Susan wasn't particularly pretty—or ugly. She was about 15 pounds overweight—a little on the plump side. She did have eno...
Joyce, my 30 year old wife, always had a great ass. Firmly rounded, extremely hard from her daily workouts, just right in size to fill a man's hands. So I wasn't surprised when one of my guys started rubbing his hands all over her rear at the party I was holding at my house for the best players on the soccer team I coached. Joyce, a Scandinavian blonde of 6...
Cha's a beautiful lady Boo thought. "Forget it," he scolded himself. Too many months away from home and Boo desperately needed the company of a woman. "Behave, behave!" came the quiet voice in his head. A warm, heavy night and the time had passed quickly. Before he knew it, Boo found himself one of the last few patrons at Cha's small and intimate bar. Every...
It was late in the afternoon and it was hot. On a day like this you want to be sitting somewhere in the shade, a cold drink in your hand and in the company of good friends. What you don't want to be doing is walking in the blistering heat home, having already walked three miles and knowing it's another 6 before you get home. And that's what Carly was doing h...