Highrider had brown hair, and it was thick and coarse. As she was still in uniform, it was pulled back and clipped, but there was a lot of it. She was skinny and reasonably tall, five feet seven, maybe. Her most prominent feature was her breasts. They were large, and even in cammies, a person could see their mass, which was definitely saying something. Her face was cute. Green eyes, baby fat cheeks with scattered freckles. She wore the standard issue BCGs—maybe this meant “basic combat glasses” or something; we just called them Birth Control Glasses because, believe me, they did nothing to enhance beauty. In fact, Highrider reminded me…

Chad was a super douche of great proportions. An arrogant fuckboy that I loathed whenever he would approach my desk to try and hit on me. I will give him credit where it’s due, he was good looking. Tall, broad shoulders, dark hair with green eyes. Aside from being physically attractive, he didn’t have much to offer from what I could tell. His personality was lacking, and he was a rather vanilla dude when it came to his interests. I didn’t find him interesting at all, just another swinging dick skating by on his physical assets. I referred to him as The Chad. He would come to the front desk…

It was one of those things that ‘just happens’. There is no way to plan for it, and- after you reach a certain point- there is no way you can avoid it. It just happens, for whatever reason. And it happens a lot more frequently than some of the more prudish elements in society would care to imagine- which, when you think about it carefully, is really wonderful. At least for those involved, and they are the only ones that matter, right? Of course I’m right. You wouldn’t be reading this if I wasn’t, would you now? I could take a few paragraphs and set up the story, I suppose,…

The Culo House Janet was woken up by the sound of rain hitting the sliding glass door. She had a pounding headache. Devin was lying on top of her, snoring lightly into her hair. Janet looked at the clock. It read 6:14 am. She tapped her boyfriend’s giant shoulder, waking him up. He yawned and smacked his lips over top of her. “Good morning, Tall girl,” He said, looking down at her. “Get up. I have to get upstairs.” Devin got off of her, and the couch stretched and put his clothes on. “It’s always raining in Seattle,” Devin said, watching the cold dark sky. “I don’t wanna kick you…

I was attracted to Janet the first time I saw her. Her husband Josh and I were classmates in graduate school. She and I first met at a social mixer five years ago. She had dirty blonde hair, long legs and full breasts. I remember going home that night falling asleep as I fantasized about her and tried to imagine what she looked like naked. We had a large group of friends that would routinely get together for BBQs, holidays, birthdays and generally any excuse to have a party. Janet and I would always innocently flirt, but we never progressed beyond that. It wasn’t until Josh received an international job…

(If you haven’t read part one of my memoir you should probably start there) Brent had surprised me by being home as I had not expected his return from college until the following week. The Andersons had planned a welcome home party for him at that time, and while driving back with Danny I had wondered how I would attend both the party and see Danny again. I needed to attend the party of course, but I also wanted to continue what Danny and I had started that evening in his car outside the prom. The tasted of his penis and cum was still in my mouth and my vag…

Irma looked for Victor the next day in the university cafeteria. She asked the supervisor of the cleaning staff when his next shift was, and found out that he’d be there later that afternoon. She came back after her workout, at about 3 PM, dressed modestly in comfortably-fitting jeans and a sweater. Her cheeks had a rosy glow from the 2 hours of weights and aerobics she’d just pushed herself through. There he was, in the corner of the cafeteria, awkwardly carrying a load of messy food trays towards the garbage. Victor was about 5’10” as well, but looked shorter due to his stooped posture. He had an uneven gait,…

Copyright (c) 2018 James Miehoff, All Rights Reserved. This work may not be published whether for fee or free without this copyright. ——— This is one of a series of stories set in what I call Universe-J. Universe-J is very much like this universe with a few exceptions. First the people tend to be a little more sexual and less hung up on sex that they are in our universe. This does not mean that monogamy is the exception. James and Heather were monogamous for a significant amount of time before they “accidentally” swapped partners. Second the repercussions of unprotected sex are less severe than our universe. Not to say…

I was up in my office and looking out the window. Sara was walking around the pool deck checking the decorations and displays. I remembered three weeks ago when she floated the idea for the first party “Sara and Paul’s Fizz Fest.” She took the project on and created an event from almost nothing; while working in her law practice as well as sitting for the bar exam. I knew things were moving forward when the twelve cases of Champagne arrived and the three wooden crates containing the Large Rehoboam bottles which were equivalent to six normal bottles came to the house. They were for display and also were up…

The vacuum cleaner made a familiar crackle as it sucked up the sand often tracked from the beach onto the carpet by careless guests. Elizabeth didn’t mind, on the days her cleaner couldn’t make it she took comfort in the diligent cleaning only someone who cared as much as her could provide. Elizabeth was the landlady of four holiday rental properties, but the beachfront condo in South Oregon meant the most to her, it was her first property, the only one she had bought with Jamal. She smiled knowingly as she wiped that bit of the doorway alcove the cleaner always seemed to miss, she gave the house such care…