This is the middle installment of a three-part novella. It picks up right where the first part left off, which may make it a bit hard to follow for those who haven't read chapter 1. As a recap: Our narrator is Dennis, a three-times-a-month regular to forty-ish prostitute Gloria, who works out of the renovated garage of her house. When he accidentally met Glo...
After twelve years in Switzerland, nine in private primary and preparatory schools and finally three at École Polytechnique Fédérale de Lausanne, I was going back to the United States. Both of my parents worked at the U.S. Embassy in Bern. At what, I had no idea. I never once heard them discuss work. I was thirteen, in 1939, when arrangements were made for...
In disgust, Jeffrey Greenberg flung his copy of The Wall Street Journal to the rich oriental carpet in his opulent office on the 24th floor of the Nova Center building in Phoenix. "That goddamn woman and her husband aren't going to draw a peaceful breath for the rest of their lives if I can help it," he snarled aloud. Striding to the open door of his mahoga...
This story is dedicated to my very good Internet friend LadyCibelle with whom I've had no communication for a worryingly long period of time now. Would anyone who has direct knowledge of her present situation please contact me? I sincerely thank those folks from around the world, who have assisted in the preparation this text for posting. The following is...
This is Part One of a two-part story. I can't say that it was love at first sight. I guess I'm not even sure I know what that means. But I think I do know what lust at first sight is, and I can't say that I felt that when I sat down for the first time in the front of Dave Heard's classroom for the opening session of the advent of my college career -- his Su...
This story shares some names and concepts with 'Opening Andora's Box' but that is it. This is not a sequel of that story. The rescue "It is tradition to give this little speech at this point in your middy cruise, right before the start of the first deepspace training exercise," Commander Anari told her small audience. And small it was because the three Ama...
I now have a cushion strapped to my pretty derriere. It's so sore from the caning it got over That Damn Dog. One... I'll never buy a dog, and Two... I'll never forget that lesson...ever. That said, here is Chapter Two...of a Three part series. That's one more than one and one less than three, which btw will be the final chapter... Three that is, not this one...
My life had ground to a halt. I had a wife, three kids, a dead end job, and not a whole lot of hopes for the future. I seriously hated my wife. The kids were headed in the same direction as it seemed with their mom as the influence they did a lot of pretty stupid things. Twelve years after my marriage at nineteen I was looking for a way out. I tell this sto...
Chapter 1: The Beginning My wife is a very extroverted, sexual and gregarious person. This is an explosive combination in someone who is 35, but looks 28 or so, with long dark hair, deep brown eyes, high cheekbones and a permanent flush. She is 5' 8" tall, with long legs that seem to go on forever, and is a size 12 (English size; for the US readers, this is...
Author's note: the narrator becomes less of a douche bag as the story progresses. * Not too many living artists on the planet can get $600 for a pencil sketch, but I can. Jenna wanted a nude as a gift for her husband. She didn't earn much from her gigs as a model down at the guild. Her husband was pretty rich, but because Jenna was such a spend thrift, he...