*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. *.* Venice Apartments had a sign out front, with the name 'Venice Apartments' in black against a background of the Ita...
On the weekend attending hours at the library were much shorter, however, Ms. Stuart offered overtime if Christie and David used the extra time to do some clearing up. Today, the plan was to clear all of the old furniture out of the old spare room. Christie mentioned that she didn't have any appropriate shoes for the job- all of them were open toed or high h...
It had been four years since David Little had lost his wife. Now at the age of sixty four he decided it was time he retired. He'd managed to keep working after his wife's death, it had actually helped him to cope, but he wasn't getting any younger and being in the building trade all his life was taking it's toll on his body. So the time seemed right to hang...
David was hungry and irritated as he sat down at the bar. Travelling for business was a hassle. A long day of meetings that could have easily taken place as short conference calls ended fruitlessly. David's secretary had already changed his flight and booked him a hotel for the night. The only good thing about the last minute change was that there was a conf...
A Pound of Cure To fully understand the context of this story, I suggest you first read "An Ounce of Prevention." As always, constructive comments are welcome and appreciated. Remember, this is a work of fiction, not a docu-drama. Ron Wiseman was eager to get home to Amy, his lovely wife of 11 years. Things had gone well after her new boss, Mike Armstr...
Lydia zipped up her overnight bag and gave herself one last once-over in the mirror. Coltish limbs, sharp green eyes and a mass of appealing chestnut hair falling across her shoulders. Her pert young breasts thrust against the cotton of her flowery summers dress. Lydia's gym-toned bum and lissome long legs were emphasised by expensive wedges. And underneat...
Laura Dawson straightened her skirt as she stood up from fixing the paper jam in the copier for what seemed like the 14th time today. The men in the office loved it when Laura wore a skirt on the day when the copier had problems. Each time David tried his best to be there to lend support and encouragement to her. "There you are again", Laura smiled sexily a...
by M . J. Roberts WRITER'S FANTASY # 3 It was Thursday afternoon. I was pacing back and forth in Marissa's living room. I was wearing my burgundy sundress with the yellow flowers on it and sandals. David was due here any minute. There was the knock. That guy is prompt. "Hey," I said quietly. Big grin from him. "Hi." I stepped back to let him...
If you have the time you can e-mail me at the address in my profile and tell me what you thought. * * * * * My name is Carol and I'm married to David since 10 years back. We have quite a nice life together. David has a good job at a medium sized company who handles public relations for other businesses. He creates slogans and that kind of things. David i...
David sat back and stretched, enjoying his time off. He'd always taken this week off because of Valentine's Day and his anniversary, even though it eventually didn't help to keep his marriage intact. After the divorce, he'd just kept up the tradition because it was part of the way he balanced his vacation weeks. A scowl crossed his face when the door downst...