Last Chance - Sex Stories

Last Chance

... At least on Earth... **** Andra wiped the dog drool off her leg, her face burning bright red with embarrassment. She only glanced back once, to make sure the canine wasn’t coming after her again. Tossing the handful of tissue into an overfull waste can, she turned and descended the steps into the subway. She was already running behind, and the episode with the dog had only delayed her more. She needed to get to her office before George did – or said – something that would derail his entire campaign. He was a wonderful man, with ambition and vision, but he was simply helpless in front of the press. The vultures from the media swarmed around the poor man constantly, hoping to draw another humorous quote from him, boosting their sales at his expense. Reaching the platform, Andra breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the train pull up – she hadn’t missed it. Filing in with everyone else, she took the first available seat. As the train lurched into motion, she noticed that an overweight man a seat or two up was doing his best to see up her skirt. Cursing the rush that had caused her to select the shorter skirt during the whirlwind of activity that morning, Andra put her briefcase in her lap and pointedly stared the man down. He offered her a twitch of his eyebrows and a smile. He then turned to leer at a woman across the aisle who was displaying ample amounts of cleavage. Andra closed her eyes and shook her head for a moment, thinking that it was a toss up whether the lecher’s ...

... stare or the dog earlier was the more disgusting. **** Alan watched the beautiful redhead until she vanished from view in the distance. Sighing, he patted the dog on the head once more. The dog looked up, its tongue lolling out in an expression that Alan thought looked almost like laughter, and then the animal took off running full tilt down the street. Shaking his head and chuckling, Alan crossed the street to his building. Stepping into the elevator, he headed back up to his apartment to attack his current manuscript one more time. He was fighting a bad case of writer’s block, and knew he was going to be in trouble if he didn’t get this novel done soon. Popping one of the chocolates in his mouth as the elevator doors opened, he sighed in pleasure and hoped the magical little treats would do the trick. He had no idea why it worked, but chocolate had pushed him through a brain freeze like this many times before. Sitting down at his computer, he had another of the sweet confections, and then maximized his outline to look over it again. **** Floating on a cloud, Lellor uncovered his eyes with a groan. The woman walked down the subway stairs, and the man walked into his building. Clarence lay on the pavement, unconscious from his fall. “We’re in so much trouble.” **** Clarence roused slowly, his eyes even more crossed than usual. For a moment, he swore each eye was looking directly at the other. The increasing heat of the day told him he’d been out for a while, and he knew that ...