Hey readers :-) Please please please forgive me, I promise I'll make it up to you guys one way or another. Now, someone asked me what inspired me to write this story. Like the rest of my stories, in my dreams and music. Yep, you heard right. I dreamt most of my stories, and music that somehow relates to the dream inspired me even more. In this case, it was...
Here continues A Thanksgiving Tale, if you haven't read it, I recommend you do as it will make this story easier to follow. I have changed the name of the story to A Winter's Tale as Thanksgiving is over. Before I let you start reading I would like to thank my editor C.P. who helped me out more than I could have hoped. Even so, all the mistakes still left a...
The aroma of waffles, turkey bacon, and eggs flowed into Amelia's nose and summoned her from her slumber. Her muscles from her head, through her fingers, and down her legs to her toes were still tingling and charged with ripples of sexual energy. It was another wild night of dancing between the sheets with Michelle and this last time was unlike any other....
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AUTHOR NOTE: If you like this hilariously grim little tale, read some of my other equally uninspired fiction: After the Party Daphne's New Life How I Spent My Summer Vacation by Carol Hitchcock A Death, Baked Bob, and the Personal Ad Screwing My Ex They came out in that order, and according to one reader, I got better as I went along, so do yourself a favo...
I felt like a some famous film star as I walked into the Arrivals area at LA airport, all these people lined up to meet their family and friends from the various long haul flights. I didn't even attempt to pick out who I was there to see, I fumbled for my sunglasses as I made my way into the bright late afternoon sunshine. "Alice, Alice" I heard my name bei...
This story is a little longer but I've decided to keep it in one piece to avoid losing the rhythm. It's told in the First Person from the viewpoint of Ellen and because it's set in 1963 I've tried to keep the language as real as possible. The inspiration behind this story came from a picture of a ticket to the dinner JFK was supposed to attend the night of t...
My publication of the first part of this singular and beguiling diary (in the ‘Toys and Masturbation’ category) has provoked an overwhelmingly positive response, and I am very grateful for your kind words and encouragement, which have exculpated my effort in transcription a thousand times over. Thus, I readily acquiesce to those who have implored me to cont...
Sorry for the delay. I hope I haven't killed whatever interest readers had in the story. Muriel recalls meeting Ben and Meg. There is FF sex, not that anyone seems to mind that. For those of you game enough to have read the earlier chapters, you'll recall it started as a voyeur/exhibitionist tale, moved into gay sex, then incest and group but always with...
Smokey Saga #75: "Squeal II: The Art Of The Sequel" ***** The consensus re: the original story "The Art Of The Squeal" (Saga #63) was that a sequel indeed be in order. So while it may have taken me a while to get around to it, here it is. If you liked the playful bondage and torment elements in the original, I'm sure you'll be fond of and pleased with this...