This is a work of fiction. The town, the situations, and the characters are all imagined. The cottage setting is inspired by a cabin and small town I stayed in several years ago. DAY 1 It was a blue sky day in the northern lumber town of Dorrits. People were milling about on both sides of the single main street that ran through town, a sign saying "Welco...
Author's Foreword: Once again the BTBers will be pissed, and I continue to try to reduce the complexity of what I want to say without the story coming across as trite. These people do not live next door and there is no hot sex, as usual. ***** Gerald Sudbeck pulled off the divided highway and turned down a state highway towards a neighboring town near the...
Much of Oswald Finch's focus in life has been on nipples. An extraordinary interest in fact and had he graduated in a top stream at college and made medical school he may have become a nipple enhancing surgeon. Instead he made do being an objective appraiser of nipples and lead the group that published findings. Although reared on a couple, Oswald was twelv...
Chapter 1 Brad McGibbon was not coping well following his wife's decision to leave him to live in a warmer climate because her joints were playing up. Brad's were too, a bit. He thought Heather should have hips, knees and anywhere else that was painful replaced instead of sloping off to a warm climate where one sweated all day and perhaps half-froze at nigh...
This is a follow-up to the very first story I submitted here, “Carnival.” Yes, it’s a story, with conversation in between the orgasms and everything. Stroke purists just need to be patient. There’s plenty of good stuff and you will come to it. At least, I hope you do. So here it was Saturday night, and I was sitting in a church I don’t go to, listening to m...
I saw her coming toward the plane after I had secured the cooler in the rear seat. She couldn't be my angler, I was expecting a man. She was definitely headed for the plane and was carrying a rod case and a tackle box. She walked up and stood in front of me. "Are you Captain Tag Gordon?" "I am, and you must be Mack Anniston." "Correct." "Here, let me stow...
For Silver Sterling. * Will's fear-filled cry woke Jack with a start. His beloved was sitting upright in the bunk, but the glazed look in Will's eyes meant he was still asleep. This wasn't the first such nightmare, but Jack prayed it would be the last. "It's all right, luv." Jack kept his voice soft and soothing. "You're safe. Let me see those beautiful,...
The carriage rocked from side to side while William de Mort gazed out of the open window. His eyes fixed on a castle that dominated the lush green valley. The castle's tall rectangular keep sat secure behind a stone ring of imposing fortifications. Still, the young Baron felt unimpressed and slammed the shutter closed. "To think I inherited this... No wonder...
(or "Lust Comes in a Little Black Dress") ***** "Dealer shows seventeen . . . and draws a four. That's twenty-one, and you bust, sir." The dealer reached out to scoop up the meager number of chips from in front of me, arching one eyebrow as he nodded towards the remaining pile sitting near my half-empty beer glass. "Would you like to purchase more chips, s...
This is a story of non consensual sex with black on white turning to love in the end, in between there is black on white lesbianism too, beware. And once more you people who vilify me for no reason really, please move on. Do you see that, I can talk without being rude and offensive, why can't you? Sarah was beside herself with excitement, nothing had eve...