A work of fiction from start to finish with characters that live only in my mind. Long, 39 standard pages, slow and without a lot of action. Faults can certainly be found, so if that is a major problem for you, stop reading now. Comments, positive or negative, are welcome, but try to be constructive: if you think about it, would you read a comment to the end...
It was Friday in our third week of my wife Lacey, working for me, instead of getting a job out in the work force. Our youngest child just started school and it left her day free from 9AM to 3PM. By agreement we set up an arrangement where I would be her boss during those hours and she would need to complete tasks that I assign on a weekly basis. This week...
I had so much I wanted to ask, so much I wanted to know, but after Darla's last orgasm she fell asleep. I shook her a couple of times, but the night's drinking and all the physical exertion had worn her out. I lay there staring at the ceiling and thought about what she'd said. She had said yes to every question I'd asked. She said she was going to fuck Max a...
Ah, college...that wonderful time in one's life that we take for granted when we are living it, but later on fills us full of yearning and nostalgic feelings. My name is Alec and I had an amazing 5 years or so of schooling in a small college town, living life to its fullest, being somewhat of a cad, and dating some amazing women. One of these women I had som...
SEX NEARLY EVERY DAY My affair with Cathleen was six months old by now and we were into December. We had maintained pretty much the same routine, although there was nothing routine about the sex. On Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays it was sex in the office. On Tuesdays it was a marathon of sex at the interlude and on Tuesdays it was usually in the car after...
Elaine: I trudged upstairs with my head hanging down. I took those damn sweats off and threw them in the trash. I didn't want any memos from the best - and worst - weekend of my entire life. I put on my granny nightgown and curled up and started crying, as quietly as I could. How had it all gone so wrong? Friday night when I (ME!) was "picked", I felt like...
Chapter 2 Winona's Family Peter sat in the country club dining room listening to his wife Cynthia and his daughter Winona complain. They were complaining about Winona's fiancée. Cynthia had never liked or approved of Jerrod and took every opportunity to vent her dislike of him. Over the years the sweet, caring, kind and thoughtful woman he had married had...
Chapter 3 – An Informal Frat Party I got up late on Saturday morning following my date with Ken. Julie was already out of the room so I decided to take a shower and then begin studying. Even though classes had not started yet, I had a couple of rather lengthy reading assignments for my first classes. The shower was refreshing, I scrubbed my entire body espe...
It was a couple of weeks later when Jeff came over to my place to play some computer games. I had a couple of computers networked together, and we would get together occasionally to play some computer games against each other. This particular Saturday, Deb came with him, apparently she had called in sick or was taking a vacation day. It was still during the...
Tamara started up her computer and then her email program and was discouraged to find a dozen or so unread messages. Typically, most emails meant more work. As she made her way through the emails, providing data requested or taking notes as to what samples would be sent her way for testing. One email really caught her attention. It was from Derek, their tec...