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Some guys would have let Anne slide, but I knew Joe wouldn’t. As I calculated
their household expenses in preparation of their tax return, it became obvious
why Joe hadn’t been able to get his beloved Panhead chopper back on the road.
“Anne, what’s this $327 Visa charge from August?”
She frowned, then examined the reciept I handed to her. …
Read More →…tap tap tap.
“I see you’re using my name for this deidre
project.”
“Whose would I use?”
“I wasn’t consulted.”
“I see you’ve decided to crawl out of your little
bunny cage now. Where were you the other day when I
had time to do some writing?”
“Sleeping. Why are you calling it `Secrets’?
Isn’t that giving it away? How …
I was a college sophomore. I had money in the bank. I wasn’t yet
“legal” but I was no longer a teen. I was horny.
And, I had lost interest in romantic relationships.
So, I got into my car one night in October of 1985 and drove into the
city… the red light district.
It didn’t take long to spot …
Read More →She’d had a good night’s sleep and was now awakening. Drifting, alone with
her dream, slowly reaching consciousness once more. She smiled as her dream
faded and reality started to return.
`I wonder what will happen today. Hopefully I won’t be rushed off my feet at
work,’ she thought to herself as she snuggled into her pillow again.
Her peace …
Read More →She looked like a 1930’s gun moll. Sitting alone in the bar like that.
Smoking her cigarette.
Or rather she looked like a 1930’s era actress playing a gun moll.
Tough, sexy, sophisticated. Smarter than all the stiffs she hung
around. That kind of thing.
I had to laugh. She probably never heard of a ‘Gun Moll’. I could just…
Read More →For years I worked as a geriatrics nurse, specializing in
relaxation techniques. I had a wonderful and prestigious job at a
very posh facility, with patients mostly aged 70-80, (still well
enough to care about life.)
Mr. Peterson was a dear old fellow about 72 years old, who
enjoyed my company and conversation. He liked to hear about my
life, …
My eighteen year old niece Wilma was staying with us for the holidays.
Us being me, her Uncle Bill, my wife Maggie, and our four year old son
Brandon. My sister had divorced recently, and was struggling to get
her own life together. Giving her daughter a bit of family Christmas
cheer just seemed like a nice thing to do. …
Monday:
Jeff said, “Thanks for coming over. I think I’m doing something
wrong. Can you help me?”
“Sure,” Carol replied, “What’s going on?”
“When I try to import a new document into the system, I’m getting
this weird error message. I’m not sure what it means.”
“Let’s take a look. Oh, I see what that is. You aren’t doing anything…
Read More →Her breasts were so soft._ If he could only get her shirt off, he knew
the touch of her skin would be even more incredible. He felt a touch of
discomfort, mixed with pleasure, from his erection pushing against her
leg. He wanted to free it from its confines.
_He was so hard._ If she could only get his pants …
Read More →Class had already started when they reached the gym, though just the
warmup. The Program rules allowed necessary protective gear, and the
two were allowed a white mesh jockstrap and a sports bra of the same
material, respectively.
Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately, from Kylie’s point of view),
the bra outlined and enhanced her breasts more than anything else, the
slight …
My fingers told them of my urgency and they responded in the ways I
knew spoke of their own need.
He, in his usual, direct, ‘I want you NOW’, fashion speared his nose
into my crotch and started licking and probing. He wanted one thing,
for me to roll over onto my knees and present myself for him.
She, on …
Read More →Generally speaking, Danny was a dumbshit. I guess it wasn’t really his
fault, but damn, he sure could be dense. I guess it was mostly a function
of his age and lack of worldly experience, after all, he was only
seventeen, and had lived his entire life thusfar in a small, backwards,
redneck town. Sometimes the shit he pulled was …
I was flipping through the alternative paper, and I ran across a
coupon for a new place had opened in town, the “VIP Lounge”. No cover
charge and only $21 an hour before 10pm. I had heard something of
these places on the net but I was interested to see how they worked in
practice. It was that rarity in …
“It will be splendid to have a fine, strong young man about the house,
Mr. Brandywine,” said Mrs. Dalrymple, as she took Corky’s hands in
hers.
There was something unnerving about the half-smile that darted across
her face as she looked at him sidelong. Corky didn’t quite remember
the moment when he had agreed to become a boarder at Mrs. …
I woke up at five-twenty on a Tuesday morning and found
myself seated next to Vivian on the first bus into the city. In my
morning stupor, I managed to deduce that she must have been able to
coax me out of my well-deserved post-finals slumber enough to get
me out of bed and dressed. Actually, I noticed, I was …