Di and Nick were invited to a posh party given by the CEO of the company he worked for. They were both dreading it as they felt it would be a crushing bore. Nick felt that there was no way he could avoid going, as the only employees at his level that were invited were up and coming potential executives. Everyone's behavior would be above reproach, as the sen...
Orange County is full of contradictions, it has a reputation for being home to conservative, white people, but it also is home to a lot of swingers. Go figure. I personally can't stand the place, what with its fake, tanned women and their equally fake boobs. I'm glad I live outside the so-called Orange Curtain. I had been chatting with this Orange County d...
Prologue Keana John came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist; dripping wet all over. Keana eyed her man through the mirror where she was applying the finishing touches to her makeup. Her first thought was that she wished for telekinetic powers so that she could have that towel fall to the floor. Her second thought came out of her mo...
As I mentioned in my previous stories concerning Sam, these are actual events that happened to me. The only thing that I changed is the names, to protect the not so innocent. I think that I failed to describe myself in my previous stories, so I will do so now. I am 35 years old, 5'5" tall, and 36C breasts. I was a virgin when I married my husband and he was...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.*.*.* Garrett Dunning nodded politely as the receptionist of Glasspool, Dumont & Associates wished him a good lunch....
Jim Danvers sat behind his desk on the third floor. He had been the office manager for the last five years, and the last couple of years had been quite profitable for the company. "Have to congratulate you again Jim, another year, and we've seen nothing but increased revenue streams and productivity from your floor." Charles Vanderholm stood up. The man wa...
My wife Melissa eyed me from the love seat. She wanted the night to get on, she was anxious. I think we were all anxious. Tim sat with his wife Kate on the floor of the cabin. They were whispering something to each other, laughing quietly. I'd known them since middle school, and they were pretty much as close to me and Melissa as another couple could be. "R...
This story is the property of the writer Kalimaxos. I push boundaries and question everything and everyone. All my characters are flawed and have to deal with their own failings. Some rise above their failings, while others do not. Like real life. It's often a shitshow. _____________________________________________________________________ I take the p...
In the half of a century that I have lived so far, I have had the fortune of living in interesting times as the ancient Chinese curse/proverb says. There have been some tough times and many fun times since I was born in a backwater along the southern portion of the Great Mississippi. Fortunately for us all, this missive recounts a few of the more pleasurable...
Chapter One – Supper and the First Email. What I cooked for supper isn't important to the story, but what I cooked it in is. When it is my turn to cook I sometimes make stir-fry. I don't have a wok, but use a large skillet. Well, I don't know if skillet is the right word. It's not one those heavy cast iron things, but a no-stick pan with fairly high sides....