Another work of fiction, hope you enjoy. Many years ago I had a regular. I lived about 40 minutes south of him, but he lived only five minutes from where I worked. I would go to his house after work, often dressing up ahead of time in my pickup truck in the parking lot at work, then heading over for a good screwing. This spanned over a ten year period and...
After dressing and settling his bill with the clinic, Spector walked back to where he'd parked, relieved to see the Prairie Cat still there and unmolested. Damon set the autonav to take him home and started to relax. The quest had taken exactly twenty-four hours and it took Spector a little while to realize it was a new day. Damon's first hint was the odd s...
Author’s Note: This is the third part of the “Getting Off a Ticket” story. This story was written for a woman who often fantasized about having sex with someone other than her husband. She eventually made that fantasy a reality. I welcome any comments and please leave your return address in the body of your text if you wish a reply. Enjoy. It had been a won...
I stop in at a bar on my way home from work. It’s not one of my usual hangouts for tonight I am looking to fuck. Tonight is a night I want to get dirty. It was a long and shitty day at the office and I want a nice cool beer along with some fun to wind down. I get inside and head over to the bar. I ask the bartender for a beer and a shot of tequila. I take th...
Samuel Drake has an exciting Halloween night on a lonely highway in central Illinois known as "The Dixie Highway." There's sex, danger, and, of course, the supernatural in this relatively mild story-- no VERY mild story-- intended for the 2018 Halloween Story Contest. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! This warning is possibly not needed for...
Once again, this story is fiction. If the characters remind you of someone it's a coincidence. *** Meagan settled back into her home office chair. She felt the wet spot she'd left there a few minutes ago as she'd fantasized about her life prior to the baby. She had had a career as a personal assistant to a distinguished (and sexy) older gentleman who wa...
"Well honey, it's been fun," Jake said as he began to downshift and glide the big rig over to the shoulder. "Vegas is my turnaround. Best place for cheap food is a casino and they're as thick as fiddlers in hell in this town. Here." He handed her a box of Trojans. "Love is free now but the clap ain't. And here's something else I want you to have." He hande...
This is a story about a journey home after a shopping trip that Chas and I went on recently. We were on our way home after a good day out shopping. We had been in a lot of shops, and I had tried on several articles of clothing, always leaving the curtain of the changing cubicle open a bit for other men to see me change as when I took off my short tight dres...
Donovan's clinic was around the corner from a strip mall. The anchor tenant long ago forced into bankruptcy by the megacorps, the largest square footage had gone through a long string of tenants. Currently, it was subdivided into something of a mini-mall. Donovan had rented space and started his clinic. Knocking out some cinder blocks and installing a metal...
I couldn't get to the diner fast enough Thursday night after work. I wanted to experience what happened Wednesday night all over again. Some guests were still lingering over coffee when I walked through the door. Bonnie, Mrs. W, was making a last pass around with the pot, informing everyone that it was 15 minutes to closing and they needed to finish up. A...