At that time of my life, I was traveling quite a bit for work and usually those were solo travels. Often times the people that I visited had families and after-work commitments, so I was left to find my own entertainment at the end of the day. Being before the Internet really took off, that usually meant dinner for one and then a retreat to the room to eithe...
Braless. I don't recall ever going out on a date braless before. A couple months ago, on the way back from dinner with him, in the car, I took off my bra, giving him a peek down my unbuttoned polo shirt. Out to dinner is different. There would be more people around to potentially see. Here it is, the four year anniversary of the day we met. Yes, he still r...
Becket Hastings hung upside down, suspended by his ankles. Becket's hands were cuffed behind his back, and he was utterly naked. This seemed to happen every sports season. Cinnamon, Becket's enchanting "platonic" housemate was a "sports atheist" and couldn't stand him running the idiot box, watching those damned games. At the same time, Cinnamon didn't wan...
This story is the second in a series. It is probably necessary to read my story "Kelli" first for this story to make any sense. This story is a work of fiction. Some real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously. Insofar as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of those institutions has ever behaved as do the characters in t...
It seems that I spent the first sixteen years of my life waiting for my mother, and the last eight waiting for my wife Joyce. Even though I'm only thirty, in 2016 I can sing every word of the old (1951) Pee Wee King song "Slow Poke," the most salient part of which is: "Time means nothing to you, I wait and then Late again, eight o'clock, nine o'clock, quar...
Traffic was terrible. Misty had forgotten how bad morning rush hour was. It had been almost 6 years since she had to fight the ebb and flow of a morning commute. She was already a nervous wreck. Today was the first day of kindergarten for her twins. She'd stopped working and stayed at home with them when they were born. 5 1/2 years later and she was going...
(Set in England, the main character is a sexist pig with some charm) Ross Innes, chief executive of the Fraiche Sports and Recreation Centre, was declared the large English town's 'Outstanding Citizen of the Quadrennial' in recognition of his four-year stint in salvaging the town's ailing public sports and recreation facility. The centre was now regarded a...
Howdy, folks. The name is Kurt Lob. I'm a tall, good-looking, thirty-something black man living in Virginia. I'm the Athletic Director of Mason College, a private four-year college located near a small town of the same name in Eastern Virginia. The school only has two thousand students. The student body was sixty percent female and forty percent male when I...
Standing under the shower, Simon lowered his head and let the hot water cascade down his aching back. He knew football was a good way to stay fit and all that jazz, but sometimes he hated the competitiveness of it, and tonight was one of those nights. Everyone had been tackling hard and pushing and shoving on the field. He had done his best to stay out of...
Allison had jet-black hair cropped close to the scalp, with just a fleck or two of premature silver, was five feet and four inches tall and was determined to not let anyone push her around. Her arms, legs, abs, were strong and well toned, from constant workouts. She had a delicate face, and the nose that Michael Jackson wished he had. Her smile, on those rar...