I am constantly receiving feedback from people wanting to know why I ended a story a certain way and then asking me if would mind if they wrote an ending for the story. This has happened so many times that I've decided to hold The Just Plain Bob Annual Invitational I will submit a story and then those readers who so desire can write and submit their own en...
Chapter 2: Volleyball Nancy Stooping down to scoop up my precious broken watch, my mind was in shambles. After all these years of discovery and pleasure, it seemed unbelievable that the source of my happiness could be gone in one quick accident. Of course these days, my hands are a bit shakier and accidents do happen a little more often, but at least my...
You may want to read the previous chapters first to better understand this story. This is the final chapter to this story. Thank you to those who stayed with me through all five chapters. Hope it was worth your time. Again I want to thank Mistress Lynn for editing this very difficult story. * "Moose, did you see or talk to Jerome, Mel or Terri after that d...
"Hey man, why don't you go dance with her?" He fixed the bartender with a mock look of exasperation, "Do I *look* like I have any rhythm?" "Now that you mention it, no you don't but damn man, I'd get some to dance with her." "You know her?" "Nah, but she's in every Friday night and I noticed her the very first time she came in." "Does she always dress s...
End The bartender goes back to his duties and the four of us get comfortable on the couch. We're entwined naked together admiring the naked action around the room. The lights come up part way. "Ladies, Five minutes until speed 'dating'," Ms. Jess announces as she's throwing pillows around the outside of the oversize coffee table. Senegal takes me by the han...
CHAPTER 4 The dirt road's corrugations shone under his high beams, like some kind of moonscape. The Williams' property was deeper than his and their driveway took you right up to the base of the hills. The same hills that killed off his sun early on winter afternoons. It was a road he knew well. Right from the time he was a kid with his parents dragging the...
Standing up she read the note. "Much like change and TV remotes, this is where you'll find your next piece of clothing." Mary thought about it. A couch would be the likely place. She figured she'd have to go down stairs to get to the couches they were most likely in. She thought about how they could be in the ones upstairs, but she had a feeling they were in...
Georgette and Ted had been to this flea market many times before. They loved to relax on a Saturday morning strolling through the aisles and aisles of junk looking for rare treasures. Ted had found some nice tools and a couple of golf clubs (including an antique mashie which he had mounted and displayed in his office). Georgette had found some wonderful item...
She sat on the floor of a forgotten warehouse, letting the cool night breeze blow over her naked form. Her dark brown hair fluttered in the moving air and her nipples were sticking out slightly but not from arousal, only from the cold. The sulfur she had used to cast her protective circle burned at her nose, but she ignored it. Her eyes were closed, her brea...
This looked to be a great concert. An eclectic assortment of bands had gathered for the weekend at one of the city’s most popular outdoor venues. The rolling, grassy hills descended upon the main stage area like a royal entrance. Footpaths marked the intended progression to the stage area, but most of the concert’s guests were scattering themselves on che...