This story is real except for the names. It took place on September 1985. This is my first story ever and I hope you’ll like it. I dry docked my 28 footer in Perama near Athens, packed my clothes and started my journey to Amsterdam to join a nice Dutch woman I met while sailing
When I was a young man of 28 – recently married, with two young children–the last thing I expected was to become the head of a major company. But that was just what happened when my father the owner and president of Joycor Industries died suddenly on the golf course. Per his will, I became
Jamie checked the mailbox, pulling the small bundle of letters, magazines, and a couple large envelopes from the box. He heard his sister yell from the upstairs window, “Hey, squirt, get in here!” Jamie sighed. His big sister, Suzie, had always been a bit of a bully, but ever since his mother died last year,
David did a double take in the parking lot as he was leaving his shopping trip. It was his ex girlfriend, Lydia, leaving the store. The years were somewhat unkind to her; her face had some noticeable lines but otherwise, still near perfect body and her tits were incredible. Boob job and on her chest
Roddy’s mother sat on the settee stroking a big black dog. The black butler brought in the boy. ‘Thank you, Charles.’ She uncrossed her legs but crossed them again as the dog tried to nose up her short skirt. ‘Naughty Fritz, don’t you think?’ She smiled at the boy. ‘Wouldn’t you be more comfortable taking
Dan and I had been best friends ever since grade school. It was kind of odd because I was always a nerdy geek and Dan was a muscular jock but the most amazing thing about Dan was the size of his cock. It was 14 inches long and as big around as a pop can.
Let’s start by telling you that I love my car. It’s a shiny, black, 1994 BMW 850 that I have babied for all the years I’ve owned it. Most people mistake it for a new car when they see it, which I consider the ultimate compliment. And, up until six days ago, I had enjoyed
Andy Valentine backed into the Parallax Technologies office, pulling the liftcart filled with soft drinks. He could have pushed the cart and it certainly would have been easier, but then he wouldn’t be showing the secretary behind the desk his best assets. He knew she was staring at his fit ass, clearly defined and on
Our heroine gets a sundae dumped in her lap and the next day ends up fully dressed in a tub of maple syrup. If this dosen’t amuse you, don’t read this. I was out for my first date with Cheryl. She has shoulder length permed brown hair and dark eyes. Tonight she wore a white
My desk is layered with paper. Unopened mail forms a mountain in one corner. Rejected insurance claims forms a smaller mountain – more like a hill – in the opposite corner. Between is a low valley of checks and billing statements. For the last two hours I’ve been trying to finish entering the week’s payments
Dr. Mercedes Cortez was doing a routine gene sequence when the wail of the All Seal alarm froze her heart. Putting aside false hopes that it was only a drill, the Chief of the National Institutes of Health Western Biodome looked at the maze of lights and lines to see where the emergency originated. Only
That one, exciting, erotic, wonderful, terrible, excellent night. I never thought I’d get laid at 19. I didn’t think I was ready. I thought I’d stop myself before I went too far. But I didn’t. It started out innocently enough. I was on a date with my new girlfriend, Carrie. She was a year older
A rustle of wind blows in from the surrounding trees, making me look up expectantly to the deep blackness of the night. I yearn that HE might appear. I dream of his gorgeous, tanned body. I imagine him walk out of the darkness and into the clearing of my campsite, the campsite of this frail
She gazed out the hospital window at the familiar scenery below. Vast fields of green and gold sprawled out to the horizon. The August sun beat down upon the asphalt of the highway running in the foreground; the radiating heat turned passing cars into mirages. The hospital was always cool; conditioned to a comfortable 72
Tracy opened her eyes as a door slammed shut, startled into a confused consciousness, momentarily uncertain of where she was laying. The stale smell of unwashed clothes made Tracy grimace and turn away. “8:40” glowed in red on the night stand. “Shit,” she muttered, lifting her head off the thin pillow. A dingy white sheet