Chapter 3. I would read the first two to understand where we are at. Thanks for reading. * Ring, ring. What the fuck is that noise I asked myself as I woke? She rolled over and looked at the clock. 9:33. She answered. She talked quietly for a minute and then hung up. "Who was that," I asked? "It was your mom and she is on her way to get you," she replie...
Euphrosyne had to smirk as she walked into the gardens of Pan. There, as she had directed, was the ever handsome and constantly harried Ganymede giving orders to some scantily clad Nymphs and looking quite handsome (and even more exposed) in his tiny loincloth of oak leaves. She was very pleased with her work and even at this distance she could clearly see h...
Gabriela Casimiro was not pleased. Women like her didn't wander through suburban malls on a chilly Christmas Eve. They didn't wait in ridiculously long lines. And they certainly didn't get shoved forward, backward and sideways by the overweight and overloaded shoppers surrounding her. Fucking Christmas, she thought with a discernible sneer. It was bad enoug...
In Search of Tamar Ch. 5 The fastest woman in Israel has a dark secret I checked into my hotel in Tel Aviv, determined that, this time, I wouldn’t be sidetracked by another one of Tamar’s friends. I was on a mission and I was getting closer to locating my old lover Tamar. Rimona Katz had given me the name and address of Miriam Kessim, one of her Ulpan stude...
You wouldn't think that something as small and inexpensive as a postage stamp could fuck up a marriage, but one of them, or rather the lack of one of them, did just that. I wasn't supposed to be there. There had been an accident at work. Joe Bivens hadn't been paying attention and as a result the turret lathe he had been operating took the little finger off...
I'm in the process of going through a nasty divorce. While I won't bore you with the details, let's just suffice it to say that I'm getting taken to the cleaners! To give you an idea of the magnitude of the screwing I'm getting, as of right now, I'm going to have about $117.00 a month to live on after taxes. That said I had a couple of choices on where to l...
Sharon walked out of the grocery store carrying her meager purchases. She headed briskly to her car, opened the trunk and put the sacks inside. She was feeling better, the medicine the Doctor gave her earlier that morning was certainly helping. The depression had been deep, so deep She could very nearly not function. But she had to manage somehow, her litt...
Snooker is a highly skilled fixed table game - a little similar to pool, attracting huge money prizes all over the world except USA. It features big time on UK TV main channels. Some of the names used in this story are actual slebs "Celebrities" in the game and TV. ***** "Have you done one before Simon?" asked Hazel Irvine, as I settled into the green room...
"Again darling," moaned Ji Su. "But harder and deeper this time," she twisted her neck back at me and told me urgently. "Fuck me sweetie you've worn me out already. Twice this morning, once after lunch then now and it's not bedtime yet," I panted, slamming as best I could at her delicious upturned rump. My hands gripped her hips, her back already running w...
To readers: this is my first entry, infact the first piece of real writing if you forget about all the reports and notes I've done for work. It is all fiction although I think I'm only faintly disguised here in truth. I'd welcome any feedback on the story to decide whether to write more. Anyway I hope you enjoy it. * I had just moved into the apartment by...