Last Chance - Sex Stories

Last Chance

... scrapping weeks of work because of a single scene that refused to congeal in his head. Maybe I need to learn a little about politics. It’s election season. I could go check out the bustle at some candidate’s office. Maybe I could even volunteer or something. That will give me some experience with what goes on. Feeling inspired, Alan stood up and rifled through the mail, looking for the campaign mailings that had been appearing in his mailbox, on his door, and everywhere he looked for the last several weeks. He’d been piling them up, too busy trying to get his new novel moving to bother bagging them up for the trash. One caught his eye, a flyer from a grass-roots candidate who had started to make big waves recently. He was polling high, causing both the incumbent Democrat and the Republican challenger to direct all their energy toward derailing his campaign. Decision made, Alan looked into the mirror, ran his fingers through his wavy brown hair and then looked around for his keys and wallet. **** Clarence whooped with joy. Ambrosia rolled her eyes. “Remember, you owe me a favor, Cupid. I’ve got to go. If I don’t give some people some ideas soon, they’re going to make another awful incarnation of Star Trek, and Gene is beside himself in Heaven as it is, after the last one.” “Yeah, no problem. Whatever you want. Thank you, Ambrosia,” Clarence muttered, keeping his off-focus gaze locked on Alan as the author prepared to leave the house. Shaking her head and looking to the ...

... heavens for a moment, Ambrosia vanished from the room. **** Emily sighed, her nerve failing her already. Her initial plan upon suggesting Andra go out with her was to take her to a lesbian bar, and see what happened. Most of the women in the bar were far too aggressive for Emily’s tastes, but she’d had some fun with a couple of girls she’d met there before. Most of them balked when they found out she was only bi , and still dated men regularly. Lamenting the lack of courage that was going to keep her from giving such an overt sign, Emily started thinking of other places they could go. Maybe she’d find the inspiration in a few drinks to hint that she found Andra attractive. She doubted it, but she could always hope. Andra’s conversation with the jerk outside earlier and her current attitude toward men at least offered a slight chance that something might be possible between them. Speaking of men – yummy! Emily thought when Alan walked into the office, looking around curiously at the people manning the phones, the posters on the walls, and the bustle. Quickly flipping open a compact, she checked her blonde hair and makeup in the mirror. Crossing the room, she approached him and said, “Can I help you?” Her smile was radiant. Alan smiled back and replied, “I hope so. My name is Alan. This is probably going to sound a little crazy, but I’m an author, and something I’m writing has an important scene revolving around a heated political campaign. Unfortunately, I’ve got writer’s block. ...