When I was twenty-five, I had a job as the manager of a frozen yogurt store in San Diego. I was often playfully teased by one of my employees, Michelle, a nineteen year old sprite with a nice full figure. She liked to jump on my back and mess up my hair. I'd joked many times about putting her across my knee, but I was only bluffing. It became kind of an inside thing between us. "Watch out for Alex!" She once warned a new female employee. "He'll take you to the woodshed!" One evening we were closing the store and Michelle was hurrying because she was going out with some friends l… 続きを読む

A few nights ago, I found myself thinking about that party at Kurt and Rachel's last summer. If you remember, we showed up after eight. The invitation was for seven, but due to several thoroughly avoidable delays, we arrived unfashionably late. For some reason, you waited until the moment we were suppose to leave home to re-sculpt your hair. Then you changed clothes twice and after that you picked a fight with me over what I was wearing, so then I had to change. Slowing us down further was that little stop we made on route to the party. That, I admit, was my idea. I'll never forget… 続きを読む

There was a gentle wind blowing off the lake. From where he stood in the ranger's station, Rick Breyer could see the tips of a thousand Douglas firs bending with the breeze. The treetops rolled like a dark green ocean. Rick poured himself a cup of coffee and picked up his binoculars. Taking a sip, he put the high-powered lenses to his eyes and scanned the woods. Midmorning is a good time of the day for a forest ranger, there's nothing much to do, the coffee is fresh and the world looks perfect. His gaze meandered past the trees, over the bluffs and across the lake. He focused in on a… 続きを読む

Shannon Blake couldn't help it. She simply had to talk herself into trouble. This had been a problem for her growing up at home, at school and later on, wherever she worked. She seemed to crave confrontation and constantly found herself arguing with others over the smallest of issues. Of course, this was before she met Erik Powell. The two had been dating less than a month when Shannon managed to instigate a loud argument in the middle of a film they were watching. Aggravated by Shannon's behavior and embarrassed at being part of a public spectacle, Erik took his date by… 続きを読む

The name's Jack Wayne. I'm a private detective. It all began on a sweltering Friday in June. I was sitting behind my desk thumbing through a paperback of "9 & 1/2 Weeks" and sipping a glass of bourbon when my secretary stuck her head into the office. "Hey, Jack." she said in an annoying tone. "Jack, put the book down for a minute!" "What is it with you?" I growled. "You always butt in right when I'm getting to the best page, Betty!" "Excuse me for interrupting your reading hour!" she replied, tossing… 続きを読む

Hey Cutie, I was installing a new shower head in the front bathroom the other day when I had a rather interesting daydream. In it, I saw us as a couple who'd recently moved in together. I worked and you attended classes at a local college. I came home early one day to find you weren't at school as scheduled. Our place was a mess and it was obvious you'd been sitting around snacking and watching television. I found you in the bathroom, casually taking a shower. I slid open the door, shut off the water and hauled you, by the wrist, into the living room as I scolded y… 続きを読む

Julie Mc Adams leaned against her kitchen table and sipped a glass of iced tea as she flipped through her mail. Between the T.V. Guide and the electric bill was an envelope that had a return address from Phoenix, Arizona. Tossing the other mail aside, Julie took the letter into her bedroom where she sat down on the edge of the bed to read it. The letter was in reply to a personal ad she'd placed in a magazine called, "Hands On" two months earlier. Her ad read: "Got a hand that's just itching to spank a naughty bottom? Attractive single lady 37, short black… 続きを読む

The moment Katie Bingham opened her purse to pay for lunch, she knew she was in big trouble. The problem stemmed from the fact that this was not the purse she normally used, it was sort of a spare. Unfortunately, the last time she'd worn it, she put some important papers inside and then forgot all about them. "Great!" Katie sighed. Her workmates, Rachel and Liz, looked up from their desserts. "What is it?" Rachel asked. "I'm totally busted." "Relax," Liz chimed in. "If you forgot your wallet, we can cover the check.&qu… 続きを読む

You and I are at a movie theater. We have the back row all to ourselves. No more than a minute after the lights have dimmed, you begin slipping your hand beneath the box of popcorn on my lap to give me an unexpected massage. I flinch in surprise at first and slap your hand away out of propriety. But after you make another advance beneath the popcorn, I find myself with a rather powerful involuntary hard-on. My whispered warnings for you to behave go unheeded. By the time the previews have ended and the feature has begun, you've managed to unzip my trousers and have worked your fi… 続きを読む