Chapter 1
Okay, okay, let’s get the laughs over with right now. “Short” career? Just how short is it? Ha, ha. Okay, ready for the real story now?
My name is Marty Green, I work for an advertising agency as an account representative so I’m basically a prostitute. I knew you’d say it if I didn’t.
Anyway, its a fairly large office of a national agency and there are several young women who also work there that I’ve taken some interest in and gotten to know
“You still trying to seduce my husband?” Mrs. Anderson whispered. “I thought I told you to fill up those cups with ice?”
Sara jumped. The older woman had snuck up right behind her, pinning her to the table without making a sound.
“I’m not – I’m not” Sara stammered. “Sed. . .” The thought had never crossed her mind.
Mr. Anderson wasn’t just her husband’s boss. He was also an ugly and obnoxious old man. And if his ruddy
It was the summer of 1976 and I was vacationing with my family in one of several log cabins that were part of an aging camp constructed in the Thirties on the shore of Lake Michigan. Each morning after breakfast I would set out combing the endless beach collecting stones and driftwood, enjoying the waves rolling over my bare feet.
The previous night, for the first time ever in my eightenn years, I had shared a breathless make-out session with a girl. She was a sweet girl from a neighboring
“Is that too tight?” I asked.
Sandra tried to move her wrists and was satisfied that she still had circulation, “No, no, that’s fine.”
“Alright then, let’s go, we’ve got a lot of miles to cover and I’d like to get on the road.” I firmly griped her upper arm and escorted her to my Ford Bronco outside. She hesitated at the door of her tiny apartment and held the cuffs up, “the neighbors.” I took a jean jacket she had hanging
AUTHOR’S NOTE:
This is a stand-alone story but the characters are the same I used in my story ‘Get A Room’. It’s not a sequel but more another episode of the same show. Let me know what you think about it. – Rose
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“What do you think you’re doing, young lady?” The deep, booming voice sounded angry.
The dark-haired woman reacted immediately and fell on her knees. Her long black hair was cascading down her back, accentuated by her still lightly
Ricky is simply a superb lover. He treats me to the best sexual experiences I have ever had. I get throbbing hard and dreamy-eyed when I think about having Ricky inside me. This is an account of how it goes down when we get together for some fun.
Usually we’ll chill on a Friday night at home, have a few cold Coronas and pop in a video. We like to kick back on Ricky’s black leather sofa, usually just in athletic shorts, no underwear.
It usually doesn’t take long before we get
It was a hot day and as soon as I could finish work I headed home with the intention of having some cold drinks and lazing round the pool. I’m in my early 40s (OK, 44) and live alone with my 18 year old daughter, Suzie. My divorce was settled recently and I’ve got no plans other than seeing Suzie through university and living a comfortable uncomplicated life.
I had just changed into swimming briefs and was pouring a scotch over a tumbler of ice when the doorbell rang.
It was Jamie, one of
The chill October breeze sent a shiver through my body as I closed the front door of my parents’ house who I had been visiting that evening. As I locked the mortice, I heard a sound to my left. I looked round and, in the frame of light created by the open front door of the neighbouring house, I saw, over the dividing fence, my ‘childhood sweetheart’ struggling to manoeuvre a large fridge/freezer over the precipice of the doorstep.
I last saw her at the funeral of her father a
Megan and I had gone to Chicago to visit her friend Amanda. We stopped on our way back from a family reunion in Cape Cod, when I’d sort of freaked out and given up on our relationship. We’d fought a lot during that week, but were still together and going through with our plans to visit her friend. One of the nights we went out to a bar with Amanda and her roommate Jen.
Both of these women were really cool, but Megan had always been put off by Jen because every time we visited, Jen
She came the same time every morning. She would enter the dark stable, her long skirt rustling as she walked. She never smiled and never said so much as a “good morning.” She would ask for her horse and I would hold the reins as she mounted the chestnut stallion. She never needed help getting on the animal. She would throw one muscular leg over the saddle and pull herself into position. Taking the reins from me, she would thank me and then gallop off into the early morning.
I once