One also rather interesting conquest was with a lady a few years older than myself. Heather was the laboratory supervisor at one of the factories where I regularly made deliveries. Now when I say delivery, my particular truck at the time was a bulk food grade liquids tanker, the nature of which required product testing prior to discharge being authorised et...
This is a story about a man who obtained a job maintaining a factory owned by a woman after her husband passed away. The factory produces service entrance equipment or what used to be known as a fuse box. Other products such as sub panels and disconnects for large equipment are also manufactured. I arrived on time for my interview with Irene Harris and s...
The following is historical fiction. None of the characters are real. The events portrayed could have happened and many like them did. * In the spring of 1939, Nikolai Rostov's parents called upon Anna Fedorova's parents. Anna was sent to her room while the older adults talked. "Do you think the next Five-Year Plan will include an expansion of the factor...
Sharon eventually got to sleep after tossing and turning in the dark fetid heat, crammed between Sweetness’ and Tracey’s own hot bodies, and long after the moaning and gasping ceased from the mattress where Buttercup was sleeping with Joy. When she awoke it was on a lumpy mattress sodden with sweat and the strange sensations of a slobbery tactile probing in...
Lucas sat on the bridge of the Enterprise and frowned at the orbital chart. He was reminded, obscurely, of one of the many shitty 20th and 21st century spec-fic shows that Helen had crammed down his eyes during the long, slow, stately voyage to Arcadia. It felt like a thousand years before, like a lifetime ago. It was a time where magic was relegated to vids...
Leanne looked down at the black and white photo that she held in her diminutive hands and trembled involuntarily. How had he found her, she wondered, biting her lower lip lightly? It had been many years since the photo had been taken – close to twelve in fact. Leanne remembered it quite clearly because it had been taken only a couple of weeks before she'd m...
"Be a good girl and stay here," said Daddy. "I really need a presence here, just a security factor, you know darling." "But Daddy, there's nothing to do and how long are you going to be?" I whined petulantly, smoothing my brown curly locks and admiring my superbly manicured nails. He fiddled with his briefcase and shaking his head turned to a filing cabine...
Chapter 1. Girl's night out It was Friday night, and I was looking forward to seeing my friends tonight. It was our regular thing - six of us got together for pasta and wine at an inexpensive Italian place everyone liked. Ok - there are supposed to be six of us. On any given week, there usually were a couple that couldn't make it, leaving the remaining fou...
“Fuck. It’s Saturday,” Tom thought as he awakened with the bright morning sun shining through the bedroom window, blinding his eyes. His beautiful wife Jenny was still asleep next to him, her full, proud breasts rising and falling in time to her breathing. The night was too warm and humid to wear any clothes. Her nude body, as sexy as any nudie magazine mode...
Amber was walking home from work. The people that were still out were all staring at her. All the attention makes her feel good about herself. She thinks to herself that she has a nice body, long brown hair to her mid back, nice c cup boobs, and a nice ass that all the guys like. As she is walking through the park to get home she hears unusual noises. They...