I decided this year that instead of having a New Year's party at the house and having to clean up everything I would just give it at my office. Invite the employees and my friends as well. That's the nice thing about owning your own business; you can do what you wish. My secretary, Carol, was excited. She helped with the decorations and James came over to h...
This story is a submission to the sixth Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC) and a tribute to the founder of FAWC, slyc_willie, who we lost unexpectedly in October 2015. The true author of this story is kept anonymous until the end of the competition. Authors base their story on a list of four items. Their choices included the following letters: S L Y...
Prologue This story is a rewrite of a story I previously wrote entitled "Coming Home." I have used many of the same characters but the plot has changed significantly. It is as far as possible historically accurate although of course the characters and the plot are fictional. The Nazi U Boat threat in 1941 was gradually strangling the UK supply lines and Me...
With one finger he pushed up the brim of his fedora and eyed the blond bombshell before him. Long blond hair fell across her shoulder and down over her ample breasts. Her chest rose and fell and he couldn't help but notice. She couldn't help but notice either, which seemed to be the reason why more and more cleavage seemed to be showing itself as their conve...
February Sucks: Forewarned By greenday0418 This my second contribution to George Anderson's February Sucks. Don't jump ahead as it is completely different than my first try; most of the story takes place before Feb. 29th. No one dies or gets beat up, but the main characters are all there, as well as the two unnamed couples getting names. I changed the time...
*Disclaimer: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * Candy Broussard used her long fiberglass cane as she tapped down the trail. "Paul wants you; he's down by the pond," Cindy had said. Paul, Cindy and Pam had used the old bobcat to dig out the earth, then Paul used the rocks they ferreted out of the moun...
Thursday Some douche bag drove his overly loud motorcycle past my site at eight fucking fifteen in the morning waking me up with a start. Nikki stirred too. We were in the exact same position we went to sleep in. We were both so tired to even move or pull the comforter on. Nikki reached over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Morning lover." Nikki said. Sh...
Note: All persons used in this novel are fictitious. Although the areas used in this novel are real, the streets, buildings, roadways, recreational areas, and other points of interest used to make this interesting reading for you, are neither at the exact heights, or in the location described. If you are looking for a great deal of explicit sexual activity,...
"Is everyone packed," Gary said as Holly handed him a Rum Runner. "We are heading into the sex capital of the world and I want our people turning heads every place we go. I can't wait to hear the comments on Walking Street." Phil did a double take, "Are we going to go to Walking Street? I've heard about that place. I am told it is wild." "We are taking ove...
This is my third Tug story. In this one, our hero and his Atlantean wife solve the mystery of Jack the Ripper; thereby, saving the world from Nazi Armageddon. Their discoveries expose the real truth behind the Whitechapel murders, along with some of the more unsavory elements of Victorian England. Along the way, they meet the legendary Victorian swashbuckler...