Chapter 7 A FATEFUL STOP-OVER I was an area sales manager for a well known pharmaceutical company at the time, a demanding job that meant I was away from home for three or four days just about every week, spending one or two of those visiting my own customers and the others accompanying our local representatives, all of which meant I spent a fair amount of...
"Thursday's child has far to go..." Chloe Zanders cranked the volume on her Durango's stereo and rolled down the windows. Fargo-freakin'-North Dakota, she thought, and smiled a bemused smile. The air traveling in through the open window was cool while the sun beating through the windshield was hot. It was late afternoon in the month of August and Chloe Zan...
Author’s note: It has been a long dry spell for thesage. Thanks to all who have e-mailed about my earlier stories. I have not responded personally , but your comments are appreciated, they give me encouragement. Thanks also to those whose votes keep two of my earlier stories, “The Pool,” and “Resurrection,” in the top five percent of stories rated in the Ma...
VISITING THE PETERSONS: A Sex Farce Scottie Worley played tennis at the university. He was thin and lithe with a shock of brown hair that had a rakish Harry Potter kind of look to it. He had gray eyes and only escaped the description of 'beautiful', pushing maybe, in his beauty, effeminate, by a short margin, and by the fact that he wore heavy glasses. He...
This is a work of fiction. No person in this story is based on or relates to any living person. The activities described in this story are imaginary and are neither condoned nor recommended by the author. ***** Monique falls for just the right guy. She strode into the bar, looking as though she owned the place. We get plenty of chicks here, but she was e...
The times of black slavery had long gone by the time I was born. The field I worked in didn't take me because of the color of my skin, or the thickness of my lips, or the kinkiness of my hair—women and men of all races were shoved or born into it. They took me because I was beautiful, because I was chocolate personified. They took me because I was a woman, a...
It had always been Alexis and Ann, ever since we were little kids playing in the backyard together. Alex was my cousin, my mother's sister's girl. We went through high school and eventually to college together. It was at that stage I began to get a little worried. Alex had always been one for the boys and her lurid tales had inspired a few boasts on my part...
It has been five years since my divorce—an easy one for me, as it was my former wife Margie who ran off with her older sister’s husband, and I stayed blissfully single and roaming a bit for those years, too. I badly missed one of my earliest playmates from the day I had learned of my unfaithful wife from her own niece! That cute niece, almost 18 at the time...
"Merry Christmas, Darling ...." Mikayla brushed the snow from the headstone and bent to kiss it tenderly. She lay a fresh wreath at its foot and then carefully brushed clear the front which read: Jason Anderson Mason April 5, 1962 - January 9, 2002 Loving son, Devoted husband - You will be missed and loved always Although for the last three years, Jason...
My wife has gone away for the weekend and I am so excited about my plan for the next 24 hours I can hardly contain myself. I feel like cumming right now just thinking about it, but then that would spoil my plans. I check into the hotel at 4.00pm, two hours before the pre-arranged rendezvous. I had already painted my toe nails a deep luscious red and had vis...