Chapter 17: Memory Lane Plotting a Course By: VaRiverWriter *I am truly sorry for the extended delay. Your comments are most appreciated. Please keep the feedback coming. Thanks so much! * ***** My legs were cramped, I was tired and beyond ready to get off of the charter bus. The first few of the almost eighteen hours went quickly. The students we...
An author's note: Believe it or not this is a finished piece that has a definite plot. The end of this chapter reveals the truth of Wes's situation--no more false leads. Have fun reading. Now the ride gets bumpy. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Dead air. Then interference. The sound of sandpaper on raw wood like splinters piercing my eardrums. I listened and...
Close Your Eyes and I'll Kiss You... I woke from a horrible dream. Or was this the dream? The room scored my eyes-- hot bright pin pricks bounced off the stark white walls, stabbing through my eyelids. The light cast a long shadow, swabbing my brain. My eyes refused to focus; my arms refused to move. I couldn't turn my head. Every breath burned. I coul...
First Sergeant succumbs to horny corporal [A true story as told to me by a contributor. Names, places, etc. have been changed] Dedicated to LUCMAN85 The Wager At Ford Ord, California, in 1989 (five years before they closed "the most beautiful Army fort in the USA"), I sat in a Jeep drinking coffee from a Thermos with a gay soldier, one Private O'Connell....
*Hello everyone, this is my latest fantasy story, which I hope to become more than just a single chapter. This relies strongly on my fan feedback. It's discouraging when you get no feedback to your work, as some of you may know. It almost feels like you've wasted time. So, if you like this story and would like to see more, at the very least vote for it. At t...
It was only Monday afternoon and already it felt as if I had been running since the day began. It was going to be a really long week, if this pace kept up. I hoped I would be able to grab some time to relax. I left home before 6:00 a.m. and had made five follow up visits on clients between 7:30 a.m. and Noon. The afternoon was even busier - seven stops and...
It was a moment I'll cherish forever: standing in that dingy fucking bathroom, holding Nick's huge rubbery cock in my hand while he pissed. The thick tool sprouted from his button down fly, laid heavily across my sweaty palm and passed between my thumb and index finger with a couple more inches to spare. His helmet drooped over the edge of my hand like the h...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to everyone who read part one of this series! It was my first ever erotic story and y'all taught me a lot and I'm back. This one is much longer and I hope you're all satisfied with where it's going. Rate and comment! Love hearing from you guys. Let me know what you'd like to see in PART 3. SPOILER ALERT: The following story is a conti...
Joe was exhausted. He was starving, thirsty and freezing. He'd been sitting naked in the same spot for nearly twelve hours, leaving his legs and back stiff from the solid, unforgiving seat. He'd sit for another twelve if he had to. If the legends were true, and he told himself over and over with a growing desperation they had to be, it would all be worth it...
Foreward: This is a little different from my normal fare, but I thought I'd give it a try. It's a classic fairytale twisted and reimagined, and the structure might give you pause occasionally, but try to roll with it. All constructive criticism is welcome. If you read my blog, you've probably already seen this (I posted it in pieces earlier this year) but I...