[This story involves adults of age 18 years or more. To enhance your reading pleasure, it is suggested but not required that you read Part1through 4of this series] It was a warm evening. Cathy was at the front yard of her house, as she watered the recently planted roses. She is generally in great mood when she interacts with nature like that. She was thin...
George Meyer was pissed. Plenty pissed. "Fifty two fucking years old!" He ranted. "Twenty two fucking years of my life to finally get to the home office and now they want to fly my ass to Colombia? Fuck that!" He crumpled the e-mail which his secretary had printed out for him and hurled it at the wastebasket. As usual, it missed, joining the other missiles...
The brisk air felt so good as Todd and I ran in the early-morning sun. We had been running together for over six months now and enjoyed each other's company and the strenuous exercise. With the approach of summer, I was running now in skimpy nylon running shorts and a sports bra. Somehow, it felt slightly sinful to be wearing so little clothes and having so...
Note: All characters in the following story are 18 years of age or older. Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events is purely coincidental. * Stanley DeVille stepped out onto his front porch and took in the sunny afternoon. "Honey," he called into the house, "I'm going next door " "'K, babe Give Steph and Annie my love " his wife shouted back. S...
Note: All characters in the following story are 18 years of age or older. Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events is purely coincidental. Chapter 2: A Family Comes Together It was a peaceful night in Blanton. The crickets chirped mindlessly. A full moon shined down on the sleepy town. Lights flickered on as people settled into their houses for t...
(Note: Thanks, again, to LeasaJ, whose sexiness remains my inspiration.) "Roll call!" It was that time of night again. "Roll call!" The warning, a street-born, universally recognized alarm system echoed down the block, alerting the natives that an intruder approached. It was, "five-oh," or, "da man." From the low roar of the motorcycle engine I knew it wa...
***If you are a new reader, the main character is caught in a reality where the same day keeps repeating. Each installation is describing the events of a successive same day*** I spent most of the morning watching TV. I know, sounds stupid when you live a life of unlimited possibility. Dr. Phil re-runs and stupid cartoons suddenly seem like a bit of a waste...
The sailor's eyes fluttered open and he found his senses assaulted by a cacophony of sex sounds. His momentary disorientation was chased away by the hedonistic scenes about him; he was inside a wooden hut, his body surrounded by a circle of approximately 10 women, he lost count of exactly how many formed the daisy chain because it was difficult to separate o...
Hetty had been a cock teaser for as long as I had known her and that had been since the third grade. As she grew too old to play 'doctor' and as her body blossomed she took to wearing short skirts, tight sweaters, low cut blouses and whatever else it took to titillate the boys. As a teen she dated a lot and a lot of guys had some pretty hot times with Hetty,...
Chapter One Hundred Seventy-One: Record Keeping The market in the afternoon in Highever was busy, and I was overwhelmed by the celebration. There were musicians and story tellers on every corner, and it wasn't uncommon that someone would grab a partner and start to twirl through the streets, laughing and cheering. There was mead and ale for sale from littl...