As Jay Sands wipes his brow and grabs his towel he catches his reflection in the mirror. He is proud of what he sees. His tight workout shirt showed his flat stomach and powerfully built upper body. His shorts though long and baggy, still displayed his trim waist and muscle packed backside. His sculpted calves and tapered ankles give a hint towards his a...
"So this is the boob job project, right?" asked the heavyset man as he descended the staircase into the bowels of Connecticut Pharmaceuticals. As the Executive Vice President for Research and Development at one of the nation's premier biomedical research laboratories, Bill Forrester was usually a bit more diplomatic with his words. But, in the privacy of the...
My name is Deborah, Debbie for short. I am 23 years old, and a recent graduate of a large state university in Southern California. Yes, I am the perfect image of the California beach bunny, though I don't much care for lounging about in the sun or frolicking in the sand. I'm a pretty intense and serious person, somewhat shy and reserved too, or at least I us...
The Fantasy Richard Hart tells a story of an older man and a younger woman who have a passionate fantasy affair. It is a "fantasy" adventure of passion and romance which is in three parts: The Meeting, The Rendezvous, and The Island. Part III: The Island The Flight Jocelyn had arrived looking very much the professional. She favored the tailored business...
Most of the playmates of 1969 were already in the large dressing room at the mansion and the room was buzzing with excitement. The girls were giggling and teasing each other as they wriggled into bunny costumes; the girls who actually worked as bunnies helped the others get into the revealing outfits. Nobody had told them what was going on except that it was...
Author's note: As the wedding approaches, many threads draw together. Pardon if I miss a couple. The next installment will conclude the story. Chapter 18—Releasing Steam Interlude: 25th Anniversary Cindy: Aunt Francine's famous party ended fairly early. I think it was because of the drive home. In any event, Mom went up to Dad, while Aunt Francine, Aunt...
(Formerly "One Night at the Borderline Hotel") EDITED BY: Miriam Belle Author's Note: "The story was originally titled "One Night at the Borderline Hotel," but since it is a Tucker Fuller story I'm reposting it as such. It's not to be taken seriously, just as a piece of escapist eroticism..." *** (This story is inspired by true events, though no names...
"The bad news is that you're going to prison." "What's the good news?" "There isn't any." Suzanne watched Martin's eyes turn sad. They were saddest eyes that she had ever seen in a client. And she'd seen a lot of sad eyes in the last ten years. It was right there in the defense attorney job description: look into defendants' eyes, tell the truth, and watc...
For Jason. I am lying. I am lying to my husband, because he doesn't know I'm here, and I am lying because I am lying prone--no, supine--on this bed, this marvelous bed that has been made just for me. Geoff is lying next to me on his side, with his head resting on his curled bicep, and he's watching me. It's just about all I can do not to crawl under the b...
Thank you for the comments and votes. This is my first attempt at writing a novella, and I hope you are enjoying the story. Also much like Pippa, my only languages are English, Pig Latin, and really bad French spoken with a Southern accent (Thanks loads Mademoiselle Baker) so the Swedish quoted here is from my poking on Swedish to English on-line dictionarie...