Chapter 5 The Interlude "Hello, Rick," the tall Englishman greeted me. "It's been quite a while, hasn't it?" "It has, Harold. Twelve years almost. You were with Interpol, on loan from your city police. Birmingham, wasn't it?" "That's right. I'd just started there and you were working with us on the human smuggling file. I wish I could say we put a stop to...
Sorry about the long delay. I was supposed to finish this like 2 months ago. But I got lazy and I couldn't really decide how to chain things together. It's a long story so it may probably need at least another 6-7 chapters before I finish it. I have other projects I'm working on, so I didn't really took priority. Anyway enjoy this shorter part. ------------...
I'm rather insecure. It's my looks. I don't have an hourglass figure, for example. My hips look like they belong on a man. It's called "slim hips" and women runners have them. I just call them ugly hips. My face is not especially pretty and my hair is in a permanent Jewfro, the type of tight curly hair Jews get that resembles genuine afros. On Blacks it can...
A private tennis club in an exclusive part of London. The tennis coach is me, Joe, and the following is one of many situations that happened regarding women who wanted more than tennis lessons. Having been to university, I was age 23 and became an assistant coach at a posh tennis club. I had been a tennis coach for about 6 months. Over that time I got to kn...
Note to the Reader: I always get grief when I post a story with no sex in it, so this is fair warning: There is no raw sex in this story. It's a sexually-oriented romance about the consequences of swinging. * * * * * I had not seen Aaron Lerner in five years. Six years, once I stopped to think about it. I was at the Home Depot at Milestone Center, looking...
My name is Susan, last name not given for obvious reasons. I am thirty-three years old and currently single. I broke up mutually with my last guy about three months ago. I work in the office of a medium-size corporation doing marketing projects. We are all in a "cube-farm" layout which is not as nice as private offices, but we must accept it. One of the si...
DISCLAIMER This story is a work of fiction and the characters are either completely fictional or are fictional versions of their real selves. The events depicted are made up and any similarity to real life events is purely coincidental. This story is meant as a work of erotic fiction only and is not to be read by anyone under the age of 18. If you would lik...
In the course of my conversations with Rick and Marissa, I told them, as I've told the reader, about my thoughts concerning nature, spirituality, the universe and things like that. Rick found my ideas so interesting that he suggested I start a blog, and I did. It caught the attention of Gerald at the National Park Service. I forget his title, but his duties...
One thing about Mr. Gupta, he knew how to throw a launch party Joel thought as he entered Za Za's, one of the best restaurants in the Denver Tech Center. He knew his wine, always selected the best for these dinners and matched them expertly to the food, then paid for a shuttle bus back to you home because you would be feeling it at the end of the party. It...
They enjoy watching each other outdoors. If you are offended by affection between men in a loving MMF threesome – then this story is probably not for you. ***** We didn't wake again until the morning mists burnt off, and bright shafts of sunlight streamed in through the bedroom windows. We got up sexually satiated – and even a little sore: but very p...