They finished their bath and drying themselves then returned to the room for their clothes. "Do you have any other plans for the day?" she asked him while she wore back her blouse. Thad tucked his shirt in his pants before answering: "Besides heading out in search of a missing kid, I guess my schedule's already booked for the day." "Ohhh, but why? I'm goi...
All things happen for a reason. I've always been a believer in that philosophy, but when I lost my high paying executive job a few months ago, I was having a little trouble comprehending how that particular event was going to work out for the best. After fifteen years of hard work climbing my way up the corporate ladder and sacrificing a lot of my family a...
"Madeline, you fucking slut!" Shelly exclaimed playfully. She was lounging poolside with her neighbor, both of them clad in bikinis. It was Thursday afternoon, the school bus wouldn't drop Madeline's son off for another hour, and the two ladies were getting caught up. "I know," Madeline giggled. "I couldn't help it. I don't know what came over me." "I can...
On the occasional Sunday mornings in which I decide to run errands or go out, I notice a number of women who are dressed in their best clothes, usually going to or from church. I would find a significant number of such women attractive, but I would be hesitant to approach them, figuring such women would not be open to an erotic liaison. Despite the stereotyp...
This is an expanded version of a previous story. Further chapters about Astrid and Mei Ling will be written, but feature different protagonists. ### The sign in the storefront window read: COUPLE'S MASSAGE - 75% OFF "That's a steal!" Sarah said, grabbing me by the wrist to drag me toward the advertisement. I stumbled after her, trying my hardest not to dr...
Answering the ad was my idea. I lost my job and I really did not have the heart to tell my husband. He has a good job but we really can not survive on just his income. I didn't want us to go on welfare and tip my hand that I had lost my job. Don't get me wrong, Chet is a great guy. I don't fear his wrath, He really is a giant pussy cat. I do miss him right n...
Christina smiled happily as she looked at the time on the start bar of her monitor. Quarter past five in the afternoon and everything was up to date. She had done the filing, made all the necessary travel arrangements for her boss and even managed to get some letters typed up that didn't need to be sent until Friday. Third day on the job and Christina had it...
It was about ten days later on a Monday evening that the phone rang and Patty answered it. P: Don, it's so good to hear from you, how have you been? D: I don't think I've ever been better. P: Glad to hear it. To what do I owe the pleasure of this call? D: I need to get your seat cover back to you - the one that I used so that I wouldn't get oil on my car...
Wake up Zach. Fluttering eyelids inform Zach Pedigo of an early morning. His skylight filtering in daylight was a pretty good clue, yet not the only one. Hearing the sounds of running water assisted him in the comprehension that he was not alone in his once referred to bachelor pad. Not being accustomed to having roommates, he swallowed hard at the future....
Before dawn on the sixth and final day of their honeymoon, John lay in bed listening to the soft spray of water far below their window. He could make out conversations in Spanish and the sound of metal scraping on asphalt. He envisioned the ground's crew, dressed in their green shorts and polo shirts with the resort's name written in gold script over the bre...