To you loyal readers of all my stories, my deepest thanks. While I normally detest anonymous E-Mail comments of my stories, they being so much like caller ID not identifying the caller, I make an exception. Here you are anonymous, just what I hope you wanted, though it does deviate from my normal writing desires. *****************************************...
"When you stop and think about it, she's not that great of a liar. She told us that Montana took all the money we stole because we left him high and dry on the job. How could that be? She knows we didn't leave him high and dry on the job. The only person left high and dry was you. She said that Montana took all the money, but yet, all the money was right whe...
The Paul and Jenny stories. Part 18 m. Rubies are Red. By Paul C. (Copyright 2003). Part 13. Jenny. I replaced the receiver. I wonder where he is. It would only be nine-thirty in New York. I would have thought he would have been in his room. I suppose I could have asked to speak to Harve or Howie but, well, he couldn't be getting up to anything w...
Each year, in a show of noblesse oblige, John Duncan, publisher of the Daily News and a member of the parish gentry -- for whatever that's worth -- put on the most extravagant Christmas party in newspaperdom. I got to attend two of them, but it's the first one that I remember best. That was where I met Diane, gorgeous wife of my editor, Elliot Barr. Diane w...
This is the final chapter following Jennys DVD and Jenny and Carol. All characters are over 18. This is a work of fiction. * He arrived at Carol's town house at the appointed time holding a bottle of white wine and a bunch of flowers. Carol looked great in a pair of tight fitting jeans, low heels and a shimmery pink top, low cut in front with spaghetti str...
Although less often now, not so many years ago it was not an uncommon sight to see in early spring Maypoles sprouting up on many a village green across England. And then on Mayday itself amongst much feasting and celebration, the Crowning of the May Queen, Morris Dancing etc. A troop of girls all dressed in virgin white would dance around the Maypole garland...
Thanks for the (mostly) positive responses to "Pledging the SUK Sorority" and for the suggestions I received for the remainder of the story. I always appreciate hearing from readers, hearing what you found "hot", and soliciting your ideas to incorporate into my stories. To the one reader who was upset that I didn't "warn" him that this story wasn't complete...
"You did WHAT?" screamed Jessica staring at Steve in horror "There's no harm in it" "NO harm? You've shown my body off on the internet and you say there 's no harm? suppose someone we know sees them, the one of me in a dress in front of the fire OK, but the others?." "I'm proud of your body, I WANT other guys to be jealous of me." "Yeah, but all this wan...
And so it was that on the 16th century of the great age, on the eleventh day of the month Ayres there rose a great commotion in the whorehouse of Madame Meringue. Jocasta, a fair whore, conversant in the arts seksual pleasure and specializing in using the mouth to bring gentlemen heavenly pleasure came running out of her pleasuring room emitting a scream riv...
This story is completely a work of fiction. Any resemblance, in whole or in parts, to situations or persons is entirely coincidental. If you have any constructive criticism or comments, please drop me a line. Also, please vote! Thanks, and enjoy. #1 – The Pool Incident! "These stories were related to me from my uncle. He has spent over thirty years workin...