At a dinner party, a female friend of mine once confessed an amusing event that happened to her on an airplane. She had been flying alone, Economy Class, from London to San Francisco, and was sat next to a small, overweight, middle-aged man. The cabin lights were dimmed for that strange time period when flight attendants arbitrarily decide it is bedtime (reg...
Billy was a good looking, 18 year old, all-American college student, just trying to make his way through his first year of college when fate intervened in his life. On his way to class one morning, running the mile from his cheap, flop-house dorm to his Intro to Biology class on the other side of campus, he tripped on a piece of broken pavement and hit his h...
I have a few dozen stories here under the Gary_Alexander name. Somehow that account got screwed up so until I can move all the stories over here, that's where you can read them. New stories (such as this one) will also turn up here, of course, especially if anybody seems to want them. ***** After a really brutal winter, which seemed as if it would never e...
Max opened his eyes and blinked as the glass atrium ceiling came back into focus. He couldn't tell how long he'd been lost in the guided meditation Mikela led the group through, but he was now aware of the gentle grip of Grace's hand on his right hand. The quick earlier encounter with Carla upstairs felt like a lifetime ago. This session was fully clothed an...
I hope you enjoy this story. It’s an idea which has been knocking round my head for a while. If you like this one, then why not read The Morning After. The section of story with Ally and Q is taken directly from my Lit story: The Training Ch. 03. Remember to vote and to send feedback. I’ll write more if you’re nice to me :D. Great thanks go to Loren, who as...
It took me a few years, but I finally got around to taking lessons for my seaplane license. And now I'm putting it good use. A casual comment has turned into a spur-of-the-moment getaway and we're heading toward Bimini in a rented floatplane with little more than the clothes we're wearing and a bag of food and drinks. Of course, the clothes we have on will...
My eyes stung a little with weariness as I closed them, my mind wandered back over last couple of days. My feet had literally barely touched the ground since arriving in the United States. I'd spent three exhausting but very enjoyable days being shown around New York by friends before making my way to Arizona to meet with the gang and heading on to friends i...
She leaned over me. Her breasts pressed innocently against my back. "Think you've found the problem Steve?" "Yea, I do. Just hand me the small phillips." She retrieved the screwdriver from the box on the table and passed the tool to my outstretched hand. Again her breasts snuggled against my spine. I leaned further to unfasten the hose clamp on the water...
My Golden Summer with Blythe Ch. 4 Josh and Blythe look homeward Leaving the Rickshaw Hangout, seated in the back seat of Edwin's car as it glided through the darkened streets, both Josh and Blythe were strangely silent. "Blythe," Josh said abruptly, "I'm so sorry I got us into this. We can't go through with it. What's happened to us?" "I know," Blythe...
Comedian Jeff Foxworthy's signature routine lets people know if they might be a redneck. Well, along those same lines, here is how to tell if you might be a breast addict. 1) If you can guess the bra size of every woman you meet but don't have any idea what color their eyes are, you might be a breast addict. 2) If you've spent countless hours searching for...