With a big sigh of relief Todd Riley shut off his computer and began to tidy up his desk. The day had seemed so slow he was beginning to wonder if five o'clock would ever come. All day long his head had been filled with visions of the wild time they had last night and Todd could hardly wait to get home. It was Todd and Carol's anniversary and they had bee...
"Running late! Dang it!" Candi Palmer bounced down her staircase in a hurry. Wearing a turquoise bikini with a black pullover shirt that revealed her right shoulder while barely held up on her left. Cleavage as ever an eye full. The shirt stopped cold just above her belly button. From the shirt's hem it was total flesh outside of her G-string bottoms. White...
It had been several months since the surgery and Jodi was feeling very good about her new breasts that the gang leader had decided she needed. During the initial healing period she was very disappointed because of the numbness and total lack of feeling in her new breasts. But as time went by and with the healing behind her, the sensation was now returning an...
To put this story into context please read Chivalry Rewarded to which this is a follow on. In the story, Chivalry Rewarded, Frankie Thompson related her story of how she discovered her supervisor, Blodwyn Davis and her boss Tom Donohan in, shall we say, a compromising position, when we left her she was leaving work at the end of the day expecting to be sac...
Author's Note: "And now for something completely different . . . " This story is a switch from my usual fare. I tried to keep the deep soul searching by the characters to a minimum. I also made no effort to make my characters or the situations realistic. This is a satirical farce. The characters are intended to be caricatures. All the women are beautifu...
For those wondering why I haven't been entering any new short stories here lately, perhaps this story will help explain a little bit. It's sorta short, but I think you will enjoy it nevertheless. * Now I love a big black prick as much as the next white woman, but when the six men, or should I say nearly men, holding guns, and knives somewhere on their pers...
CHAPTER FOUR "I bet you don't even remember my name, do you?" the art student calmly asked after the door to the warehouse studio closed. Jennifer shifted her weight from one high-heel to the other and thought furiously about that night last weekend. She had been high on ecstasy and quite a bit drunk. She remembered dancing with lots of guys, rubbing her...
Donnie was smiling as he walked through his front door. His last two classes were cancelled for the day due to a ruptured water pipe. After sitting in the class when the ceiling started coming down, canceling classes was a no brainer. He could have gone off with his boys to hang out somewhere but he had a paper to finish. That was actually a line of BS, wh...
Denise glanced down at Rodney's hand, and then lifted her eyebrows. Snapping out of the momentary trance, he reached out and added his other hand to the first, tugging upward on her top. She raised her arms when the material reached the bottom of her lacy pink bra. As her top slid over her head, Denise took over and absently tossed it off to the side. The...
“Gene Pratt sure is a lucky guy, isn’t he?” Rodney said. His friend Mike replied, “Born with the proverbial silver spoon in his mouth.” The two were brokers at the New York firm of Cromwell, Bartleby, Stevens and Yates. On this late summer day in 1958 they were having lunch in the Financial District. The man they were talking about, Eugene W. Pratt, was on...