Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Or is it? All characters herein are imaginary. Or are they? All events described here are fictitious. Oh, really? All locales described here are real and actual. But this story is not to be taken seriously. Or is it? All sexual activity depicted here involves more-or-less human persons at least 18 years old, and a manuf...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venom...
It was late at night. The lights were off, the TV was off, and every thing was dark and quiet in the house. Listening closely you could hear the tick tock of the big clock, the hum of the fridge motor, and the occasional click of a computer mouse. Beyond the small night lights scattered around the house, the only visible light was the eerie glow of the compu...
My wife Alexis, along with wives and girlfriends of a few of my friends had been complaining that the guys always got together to play poker, but the women never had a "Ladies Night" out. So a few weeks ago they finally planned one. I agreed to watch the baby and all the guys came over to watch the Pacquiao fight. My buddy Jake arrived and told us he had bee...
"Mr. Walsh would like you to join him in his office," Darla's syrupy voice called from the speakerphone. "I'll be right in." I made a stop in the men's room in route. Blue tie, white shirt, my look was appropriate but not overly stylish. I rebuked Danna's suggestion and went with what I would normally wear because this was a normal day. I didn't want to le...
Special thanks go to Javagirl for her revision and editorial suggestions. * * * * * I found this little anecdote among the papers of the well-known American painter and illustrator, Neal Brockton. At the time, I hesitated to reveal it. After all, his family had commissioned me to do a biography of him, and they might have frowned to see this earthy side of...
Katie drove down the rural road, one half of an eye on the road, the other half on the scenery that whizzed by. Unfortunately, the half that was on the road wasn't doing its job correctly and she missed her turn. Not panicking, she slowed down so that she could turn around and head back to it. That was where things got interesting. As she went to complete h...
I woke up in the morning and Harry was gone. There was a note on the kitchen counter that said Alice, love, I'm off to the hardware store. Back in an hour. Thoughtful of him to tell me where he'd gone. It was Saturday and I wasn't working today, so I had all day to think about what I might wear to our first public outing. It would be an outing. Word was get...
When I opened my hotel room door I found my husband naked and spread-eagled on the bed. A young black girl was riding him like a banshee. She bounced on him wildly, her head tossing to and fro as her lithe form gyrated madly on his cock. My husband's hands gripped her hips in a desperate attempt to keep her from flying right off him. His eyes were squeezed h...
5:55 PM. She shuts off her computer, throws her phone and car keys into her bag and darts toward the elevator. He checks his watch and looks through his closet again, trying on his third button-up shirt. 6:13 PM. She runs up the steps to her house and bolts through her door and up the stairs to her room. He decides on the blue, gray and white striped...