Stories by Lingus

By Lingus Ted Lindahl has been a friend of mine for a long time. Although he lives and works nearly two thousand miles away in Phoenix, we keep in touch. I met Ted nearly a decade ago at the opening of an exhibit at a local art gallery. One of the artists featured in the exhibition was...

Snow Ball By Lingus The weather forecast for the Twin Cities sounded pretty ominous. There was the possibility of up to two feet of snow during the next twelve hours. The wind was picking up and the temperature had already dropped twenty degrees in the last three hours. The sky was gray...

The Sex Therapist By Lingus It was nine o'clock Monday morning. The kids were in school and wouldn't be home until mid- afternoon. As usual Lainie's husband Bob was out of town on business. Normally by this time of the morning, Lainie has poured a third cup of coffee, turned on Regis and...

A Really Big One for Jenn By Lingus "This is the weirdest thing I've ever heard," I thought to myself. I'm sitting here talking to a guy.another member of my club, Jack Doyle.who says he wants me to fuck his wife. Even stranger is that he wants to be there to watch when it happens...

Her Lesson In Success By Lingus When Hal Jensen left the Spencer's on Saturday morning he didn't know what he would tell his wife Joan about what had happened at the "poker party." He only knew that he had just had the most erotic experience of his life. Ever since the group had decided...

The Charity Auction By Lingus "Going once! Going twice! Sold to Allen for twelve hundred dollars!" the auctioneer shouted. "Congratulations Vicki. You have just set a new record for this auction. Including the sale of your clothes you have just raised fourteen hundred and seventy-five...

My Wife Laps The Field By Lingus My buddies and I have been planning this trip for nearly a year. Every year for the past ten years we have gotten together on the last Sunday in May to watch the Indy 500. Every year about the time the race starts we make a vow that next year we'll see the...

Mattress Politics By Lingus There is an old adage that politics makes strange bedfellows. The story I'm about to relate certainly proves the point although I don't think this is exactly what the author of that phrase had in mind. Several weeks ago I got an invitation to a reception for...

Many More Birthdays, Ted! By Lingus Nancy Carter caught my eye the instant I walked into Bandito's a few weeks back and saw her sitting on the other side of the large rectangular bar. She was a very pretty blonde who appeared to be in her late twenties. There was something about her that...

An Icy Hot Layover in Chicago By Lingus I had a hunch when I boarded the "el" on Dearborn Street that I should have stayed downtown, but since I'd just spent two long days and one short night in Chicago, I was anxious to get back to my own bed in Kansas City. It had been raining all...