Sunday, 2 April 1865, Richmond, Virginia The nine-block walk west along East Broad Street from the First African Church at the corner of College and East Broad was strangely bustling this Sunday morning at 9:00 a.m. The previous Sunday had been quiet at this time. In fact, Temple's, where Eaton Matthews lived and worked, at Grace and 4th Street, had existed...
Driving down the road to the shopping centre, I decided to pull over at the park a block away and use the facilities. It was a lovely day with lots of people about and finding a spot to park the beast was looking dicey. Luckily, there was a spot right outside the public restroom where I wanted to go anyway. Locking the car as I walked away from it I noticed...
Snow frantically ran through the woods. He couldn't run as fast as he usually could, given that he was now in the body of a man close to 40. He still had trouble believing that his life had been stolen and his mother was murdered by the man that she had invited into her heart and bed. Snow pushed the thoughts away. He had to concentrate on getting far away f...
Frank hadn't been happy when Lion had asked him to lay off his enemy Trevor. If it'd been anyone else he'd have told them to fuck off and be done with them -- but Leander was powerful, Frank knew if the two came to a proper fight that there was no way in hell Frank would win. He also hated the fact that if the two fell out most of his henchmen would probably...
***This story continues where 'Fuck You Dad Ch. 01 left off*** ***All characters are 18 years or older*** The next morning I woke up, feeling satisfied and happy whilst trying to remember the feeling of having a cock up my ass. I got out of bed to go for breakfast and I put on the same cum stained pants from the day before. As soon as I dad sees me, he tel...
"So here we are now: a sip of wine, a sip of water. Someday maybe, maybe someday we'll be smarter." - Jimmy Eat World I. I laid on a thick layer of straw in the barn. He let me stay that night after my farm work was done. His few acres of land were hidden away from the city. The little barn was silent besides the occasional chirping frog and a train horn i...
A HELPING HAND by K. Nitsua. Copyright 2020 by the author. One sunny Sunday afternoon I just had to scratch that itch. I'd been single for a while and had been quite content being celibate, relieving myself with the occasional solitary jack-off session. That day, though, my hand wasn't enough. I didn't want to socialize or date—I just needed some quick rel...
Everything leading up to the wedding says it can't happen! 8===> The next few months was a mixed bag filled of ironic fate and cruel luck. I should have been easily able to transfer to the Target in Kent, so I had employment worked out. Or so I thought. They had a slot for me, but one that could only guarantee 12 to 15 hours a week. I needed at least 25...
"So Jack, let me get this straight," Michael said, swatting at a mosquito that landed on his arm. "You've dragged me out into the middle of nowhere, surrounded by a bunch of hemp-wearing nature enthusiasts because you've been chatting to some guy on Grindr who likes hiking?" Jack grinned at him and dabbed at his sweat beaded forehead with a (Marc Jacobs) ha...
WARNING AND NOTICES: This is a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Do not read if you are underage according to the laws in the country, state/province, county, city/town/village or township where you live. Copyright © 2008 Debra Diane; Permissi...