Author's Notes: This story represents my first finished attempt to write a longer sex focused story with identifiable, unique characters as opposed to the more general approach of my previous stories. You can probably imagine that putting it up leaves me both excited and a little intimidated. As always I really appreciate feedback both positive and negative...
Tonight is going to be fun...you don't know what to expect...all you know is that this morning, you discovered a handwritten note in your suit pocket, telling you to meet me in this expensive, plush hotel suite after work. I love the rare occasions I get to see you in a suit and tie. There's something so sexy and commanding about a man in a perfectly fitted...
Father Mallory closed his eyes to escape the trigonometry papers he was grading. He stretched his neck out the window. He watched the students leaving campus for the day. It was a late October afternoon. Even though the foliage was on the decline, the temperature was in the mid-60s. He watched some of the girls roll their knee length skirts up to their upper...
My family and I had come back to my mothers' hometown after my dad had lost his job. He was going to open his own garage and used car lot. Mom was going teach in the junior high. I was playing football that season. I had turned an ankle in practice on Wednesday and was on crutches on the sidelines. The cheerleading squad came running across the field in the...
NB: Contains watersports. My life was all about control. Control over others and control over myself. The always calm composure that makes the difference in the deal or no deal of the business hell I twisted myself around like a snake. What has that control bought me? A sports car that does twenty miles to the gallon and a house with six bathrooms and an...
I enter the bungalow, salty, sweaty; back from a long exhilarating run. It's hard to see, my sight hasn't yet adjusted from the bright sunshine outside, and the curtains, outlined in acid white illumination, are drawn. I had gone up the mountain that forms the spine of island, down into the bays along the far side of the island, and then back along the beach...
Sometimes goodbye's the only way, that's how that famous line from the song 'Shadow of the Day' by my favorite band Linkin Park goes. I can't help but realize that it totally applies to my life, especially now that I'm Undead. Oh, snap. I'm getting ahead of myself again. My name is Omar Abdullah Clarence, my friends call me O.C. and I'm a Detroit dude stuck...
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. Please note that the story is based in Australia and is written in Queen's English therefore my American audience will notice subtle differences in wording or phrases. * "Hello...Big Red this is Steven....." "Steven Cahill, my white knight....how are you my man." "Big Red...you remember me." "Of course...you pl...
When she got the box at work, by messenger, she couldn't help the smile that played at her lips. It appeared to be just a normal delivery by courier, much like any other that she would get three or four times a week. Normally these boxes would contain checks or some essential paper to the business that she managed the office for, and to the other office pers...
Chapter 12: A Welcome Visitor Junie had spent the better part of a day taking down the chains and the pulleys from the basement ceiling and together she and Bob had moved the cross, swing and the other furniture out to the garage and discretely stacked them behind some other furniture Bob was working on. Junie chattered enthusiastically, "It will be so nice...