This is the second part of story set in the world of The Great 48. The concept is explained in part one, but basically: it's slightly in the future, when a law requires men to orgasm at least once every 48 hours. What follows is a university field trip where the students become trapped and the ladies reluctantly fulfill their civic duty and assist the guys...
It was a beautiful summer's day, perfect beach weather. i packed a light lunch and a bottle of chardonnay in the cooler and we headed for the closest beach, about a forty minute drive away. J. Looked beautiful in Her black two-piece bathing suit and floral silky wrap, Her hand light and warm on my leg as i drove. At the beach, i parked at the far end of the...
I listened to the beat of the tires on the seams of the road, tapping rhythmically like bored fingers on a table. The voices of Frank and Billy Boy in the front seat droned on. Names, batting averages, memorable games, draft choices, questionable decisions, an endless stream of mind-numbing facts that meant nothing at all to me. How can a person put so much...
Don got to the airport late but was glad to see he was not the only one as at least four others were rushing to the check-in counter right with him. The ticket agents must have been in an exceptionally good mood as they actually escorted the small group of tardy passengers through the airport straight to the waiting plane. The very pleasant fight attendant c...
The flight to and from LA really took it out of Matt as he left the airport parking lot. He flew into the city of angels for the day to do a new business presentation for his ad agency. As he drove back to his home in Phoenix, he couldn't help but notice how his thigh was cramping up. "Those damn, cramped seats are the worst." Matt thought as he tried to r...
Last September, my husband got called away on another business trip. He didn't often leave the states, but this time he had to go to London. He had been there three or four times in the past, but I was never able to go with him. I knew he liked London because he would always come home and tell me about it. Mostly the nylons. Apparently, most women in London...
Once again I am back, dear readers! I really appreciate the votes for my first part of this story. The encouragement really goes a long way. The comments both here and in my email have been wonderful and I really am amazed that people have enjoyed my stories this much! I only hope that I can improve more with each story so criticism is honestly desired and w...
I suppose any man would want to have my job, although it isn't all fun and games. I travel about two-hundred days a year, am required to get my reports in on time, and, more often than not, have to endure mental and physical stresses worse than most white-collar jobs. Not that I wear a white collar. In fact, when I'm working, I wear nothing at all. I'm an i...
Written By: livingsingl Co-Authored By: redridinghood999 "US AIR FLIGHT 893 TO HAWAII, BOARDING AT GATE NUMBER 47" The bank robber and his hostage left the secluded shack in the woods under cover of darkness, driving in to the airport. We parked the car in the lot, leaving it never to be picked up again. Once inside the airport, the presence of occasional...
A fictional story. At the age of 58, I found myself alone for the first time since college. My initial impulse was to throw caution to the wind, and bed as many women as I could. But after sleeping on it, I realized that route would be dangerous at best, and decided to give myself time. Several months passed, and I was able to get my finances in order along...