The conduct described in this story does not reflect any factual conduct by our overworked civil servants. Likewise, regulations in force are not faithfully represented; it is all fiction and made-up solely to advance the story. There is not as much sex as some readers want. Susan fucks better than Andie ... but Andie's blowjobs are better. Andie and I saw...
Birthmother's Day and the need to honor girls and women who give babies up for adoption The Saturday before Mother's Day was designated Birthmother's Day by a group of birthmothers in Seattle, Washington in 1990. "Birthmother" in this context refers to a female who gave birth and gave the child up for adoption. Holiday Insights notes, "If ever there was a...
It was hard for eighteen year old Kevin McAllister. His damned family had left him home alone AGAIN. It seemed like a running gag each time that the family left on vacations that he invariably was going to be lift behind. He had plenty of money, as he knew how to not only raid his brothers safe, but he also managed to hack into his fathers computer earlier...
"Mr. Janus." A female voice whispered. Her voice was the only sensation Mr. Janus had felt in the dark, and it was far away. He was confused but regaining consciousness. "Who are you?" Mr. Janus asked. He was blindfolded, bound to a chair, struggling to find the reason for his immobility. His wrists chaffed against the coarse rope that tied them to his ank...
Fishing with My Daughter: The Big Question This is a sequel to my story Fishing with My Daughter. I never anticipated a follow-on story, but some comments on the original suggested it might be fun and this is the result. I like the idea of a father and daughter talking about the big questions in life as they fish together, so perhaps there will be more down...
The governments of the world didn't become the regime overnight, it was a gradual descent on a slippery slope. As technological progression eclipsed mankind's ability to regulate it, the world was slowly overcome by its own shadow elements. As with all technologies, the advent of personalized medicine, AI, computer/brain interface, and many other breakthroug...
I entered the through the front door and didn't see anyone. As I was heading toward the kitchen I heard Barbara holler "Give that fucking bitch a good whipping. She deserves every stroke of the quirt that you give her. She's been nothing but a drunken whore today with her drinking and pissing. Whip her pussy lips good and hard." I could hear her voice comi...
Note to readers: If anyone is interested, take a look at the chain story Paperback Romance: in which you can find chapter 3.5 of My Life in a Year. It is Stephanie's day of this day below (make sense?). Enjoy and keep the feedback coming. * January 7th, 2005 Dylan was sitting in the breakfast room the following morning, going over the menu, even though...
Authors note: Hello everyone. This story is a spinoff of the Twelve Tables series I wrote a while ago. I hope you enjoy this series despite its differences to the original story. Thank you once again to Paul who continues to be my second set of eyes. ~ellie. ***** Matteo was not naïve enough to think his fathers didn't already know he had spent the last t...
I'm a single father. I have been for a couple of years now since my wife died in a car accident. Rough on me but rougher on the kids and I've tried to make it up to them. I still manage to get out occasionally, having a babysitter in for the night. I always try to get a sitter who's eighteen or older. They tend to have their own cars and I don't need to worr...