It's always amazing how little things can make all the difference. Mike was thinking just that as he was getting off the commuter flight in Charlotte. The only reason he was here was that Jim Long had to cancel his trip to Vegas for the National Business Realtors Convention. Jim's 16 year old son had been kind enough to get caught by the cops with a small ba...
My friend Ellen Rabinoff called with a desperate tone to her voice. "You need to cover for me, Karen. I can't make it. And I can't afford to lose my job." I wanted to help, but I didn't think I could pull it off. "But I don't have the slightest idea what to do." "You don't have to do anything. Just meet the clients and take them to a couple homes. Tell the...
This story is in celebration of National Nude Day. I didn't quite get it done in time for the contest, but I'm publishing it anyway. Comments are always welcome. x x x The doorbell rang. Jackie Jerelsen walked briskly on four-inch heels over a fine-grained wood-plank floor to open the house's massive door. The 10 o'clock potential buyer had arrived, right...
So here's the final chapter in Sean and Amelia's story. I wrote it after the Stanley Cup finals in 2009 so if you haven't already figured out who the player is, you might be able to figure it out now. Happy Reading! M. ;) *** It came as a huge surprise to Amelia; not because it hadn't been on her mind, but because he did it jut as the playoffs were start...
You had been gone for two months. You had been stationed in the desert, serving time. Well that is what you called it. You were actually there to defend our country. You said your accommodations resembled jail. But I am sure they were adequate. You weren't in a tent but a converted trailer house. There was a gym. Seventy satellite stations and a fine dining...
Although this is a work of fiction, it is inspired by a very elegant woman I have known for about 10 years. She is beautiful and intelligent, with a great business sense. I have often thought she could be a very successful Real Estate Agent, especially in the high end market. After you read this you'll know why. I had just arrived in the Austin area, having...
I claim editing errors for myself. Started as a flash story, then grew, so there may be some flaws I missed. If you have read any of my writing, you know what to expect. If you haven't, well, hope you enjoy it all the same. * "I think I should get home. The trick-or-treaters will be coming around soon, and I don't want to be late." Her statement was a bit...
Note: This story is the twenty-seventh episode in a series entitled "April's Story". If you have not read the previous twenty-six episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly...
Lee Parker rested the Harley Panhead chop on its jiffy stand, stood up and swung his leg off the bike. It had been a long afternoon in the saddle and although Lee was only in his early thirties his back still ached from the miles he'd put in that day. His bike looked fantastic but the lack of rear suspension made the ride unforgiving. The motel he'd stoppe...
As I write these words about events in the year 'Twenty Thirty', the year is 'Two Thousand and One' and thus, this tale is set in the future. It is deliberately set in a not too far distant future, to allow you, gentle reader, to feel that such things as are described in this tale, may come to pass in your own lifetime. At this point I feel obliged to menti...