It was before the war spread south to Georgia. It was a time when Atlanta was still beautiful and the home of many of the Confederacy’s finest gentlemen. It was then that Leasa Edwards, daughter of Colonel Everett Clyborn Edwards, was the most sought after beauty south of the Mason-Dixon Line. Heiress to one of the largest plantations in Georgia—‘Tara’—Leas...
All characters are at least 18 years old. A special Thank you to my proofreader who is helping make me look less dumb. Any errors are my own. Also warning: there is a lot of football (American) in this chapter so skip ahead if you don't want to slog through it. Thanks for reading, commenting and voting! **** THURSDAY "Are you sure that you want to d...
It was a keen night, the kind New York is famous for, all breezy and city-crisp with that distinctive fall-festival feel of Yankees baseball, Lincoln Center opera and Village jazz. Autumn in New York is a wake up call for the mind which has hibernated the sweaty summer away and emerges refreshed and invigorated and ready to contemplate its urban treasures i...
Friday was pretty much a blur. I drove my old rattletrap to school, slowly moved through my course work, just hoping that the bell would ring so that I could leave for work before my eyes closed completely. When I got to the parking lot to go to work, I found out that I’d left my headlights on and I had to scrounge a jump from one of the shop teachers. It wa...
[Author's note: This story is inspired in part by an incident from one of the many terrific stories by Harddaysknight. I hope he'll forgive me; after all, as Mark Twain should have said, "plagiarism is the sincerest form of flattery".] [Author's note #2: The continuation to this story will probably not appear right away.] * There are certainly lots of blu...
The morning after Mike and J.J.'s visit I woke up feeling a lot of strange and conflicting emotions. On the one hand, I felt a sense of relief in knowing that Mike wasn't going to continue to visit and want me to suck his cock. On the other hand, I felt like I'd just been dumped, but feeling like I'd been dumped by a guy was something I'd never imagined feel...
12:20 PM the Smokey Mountains of Tennessee The "BRIGHT EYE SWALLOW" bus had made its trek from Louisville, Kentucky in record time. Carrying a wide range of interesting passengers on it's journey to the Gulf. Two riders in particular stood out among the hicks from the sticks. Lovely, "Renee Cherish" was given the task of not only being a Counselor but...
(My thanks go to Linda62953. She did a great job of finding my mistakes and pointed out the errors in the story line that I missed.) I've worked it out you know. What it is when the stars are perfectly aligned; it simply means that the cosmos want front row seats, so it can watch one of those perfect storm moments. You know, when everything is set in such...
A woman's bad boy marriage can lead to bad men "Honey, you need to drop those berries on top of the cakes before you flip them rather than stir them in the mix. It will make for a better plate when those ornery customers bite into them plus they cook better that way." If anybody knew what she was talking about in this little diner it was Carole, an always...
February 2015 - Brownwood She walked in carrying a large tote bag. I started to say something, but she gently put her finger on my lips and slowly shook her head. "The less you speak," she said in a low husky voice, "the better this'll go. Trust me." I nodded. "Good, now go find a chair you can sit in and get comfortable. Oh, I almost forgot..." Sh...