For some time now, I have had it in mind to put together a sort of smorgasbord of my work to titillate readers into delving into the actual stories at their leisure. To my knowledge this has not been done by any other writers of erotica thus far. Each Chapter is self-sustaining allowing one to start and/or stop wherever one chooses. I wish happy reading to one and all. And please, I'd love to hear from you.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1 Annie Bradford & Mal Content
Chapter 2 The Birthday Girl
Chapter 3 I Am Number Eight
Chapter 4 Just an Older Dude
Chapter 5 Dinner and Then Some
Chapter 6 Judy & Nancy--Warren's Women
Chapter 7 Liz Bradshaw
Chapter 8 Phileas Fogg ~ A Memoir
Chapter 9 Meeting Mora
Chapter 10 A Most Memorable Wedding Night
Chapter 11 First Week in Town
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Chapter 1
Annie Bradford & Mal Content
Annie Bradford, a highly respected College Dean from Minneapolis, Minnesota, was visiting some colleagues at Emory University in Atlanta, in hope of enticing one of them to accept a position at her university. Annie was a very young 40, and divorced with no children. Her husband had left her for a younger woman 4 years before and, heartbroken, she'd thrown herself into her work.
We meet her while as she's just finished watching a porno movie in her hotel room. She's horny, almost desperate for sex, not having had a sexual partner for almost eleven months. She almost never masturbates, and had used all of her will power to refrain from doing so during the movie. Now, prowling the room like a jungle cat, she realized she had to get out before jilling herself to sleep.
Throwing on a few items of clothing, Annie left her hotel room and took the elevator to the lobby. "Christ, I haven't felt this horny in years," she thought after mentally raping the young doorman as he signaled the nearest taxi in the waiting line to pull up.
As the cab slowed in front of the hotel, she had the door open and was getting inside before it had rolled to a complete stop. Once inside the cab, Annie glanced at the driver and caught him checking her out in the rearview mirror.
Glancing at his license she noted his name was Mal Content and she wondered if it had a somewhat different pronunciation than that she had given it.
"Driver, I'm curious. How do you pronounce your last name?"
"Content, as in satisfied with one's lot." He said, and then glanced over his shoulder for another look at his passenger.
Annie, not used to this type scrutiny, squirmed around in the back seat, providing the driver with a wonderful view of her legs as her dress worked its way up her legs.
With his eyes watching her through the rear-view mirror, he asked the time honored question,
"Where to, lady?"
She didn't respond, instead she met his gray eyes in the mirror and made her decision.
"Have you driven a cab for a while?"
"Seven years now, six days a week, 'cept for vacation and some holidays."
"Then ... can you take me someplace sexy?"
"Sure I can," he replied, meeting her eyes in the rear-view mirror instead of looking away as she had thought he would.
"How so?" she asked, as a demur smile flitted across her lips. 'He probably could, ' she thought to herself.
"Now that depends."
"On what ... you worried about the tip? I assure you, I'll be very generous if the place is right."
The driver remained silent, thinking about the possibility of the city sending a woman out to entrap him in some rule violation and get him suspended for a week or two.
It dawned on Annie that his silence bore a meaning, and she realized her mistake.
"Oh, should I tell you what I'm looking for?"
"It would help."
She decided that having gone this far she might as well be totally honest with him and said bluntly, "Anyplace you know of where I might watch someone having sex?"
Mal laughed.
Embarrassed to a degree, Annie haughtily asked, "What's so funny?"
"Well," he said as he stopped for a red light, "we could find what you're looking for right here. Well, what I mean is, right here ... in the cab."
A tingle shot from her groin to her nipples and back again.
"Um, I said I wanted to watch."
Mal laughed lewdly, then said, "So, I'll jerk off for you, how's that?"
Then it was Annie's turn to laugh.
"You've got a very nice laugh, lady, very nice. "Um, so what about my offer?"
"How much?" she asked, her voice sober, but bearing a revealing quiver.
"For you, lady, no charge; but if you don't mind I'll let the meter run; you know, just to keep the company happy."
She laughed again, only this time the wantonness of her needs was revealed.
"All right, but not right here."