This is the final part to this story. I hope you read it, and I hope you enjoy it. Don't forget to leave a comment at the end. Vote if you like. ***** So I guess I decided; it probably wasn't very smart, but I was going to get Virna to marry me. The whole idea probably didn't make any sense, but I'd made up my mind that's what I was going to do. For sure...
The following story is based on the Jason Isbell song of the same name. The plot undoubtedly deviates from the intent of Mr. Isbell's song, though his lyrics in their entirety are included here. They are denoted by italics at various places within the story. * Jenn Ryan was the best thing that ever happened to me. But she would be the first to admit, she...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. INTAKE Joey Peckerwood's hands shook as he pressed the doorbell to Aunt Beatrice's house. The place was being renovated. That much was clear from the piles of dirt in her front yard. The backhoe was idle today, this being the Sabbath. Joey's index finger was still shaking as he pressed...
I certainly hope you are enjoying this chapter. This story will end soon. There is possible two more chapters that will be written. I'm working on chapter 7. Let me know what you think about the characters and which character deserves to have their story told next. Thank you for reading, and again, I hope you enjoy. All of the characters are at or above th...
Sharon wasn't happy, actually she was pissed, pissed at me her husband. My name is Frank, Frank Miller. How did I know she was pissed at me? That's easy, as I was driving us home from a party that a couple she knew, Ann and Hank Vanderlink put on, she was scrunched down in her seat, as far away from me as she could get and still be inside the car, and she ha...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
***This is an Antebellum Story*** Although accustomed to the heat of August, Nancy still dripped with the sweat of a day's work in the fields. The summer was going to be just as brutal as last year, and the work load seemed almost fruitless as she heard about the value of cotton not being worth what it used to be. Nancy had not worked in the cotton fields...
I sat there like a stone, trying to let the bubbling life of the cafe just flow around me as I sipped at what was now a lukewarm mocha. I was equally lukewarm about my current task- to write an analysis on the specious, clumsily written article arguing that Creationism should be banned from all public school curriculum in the name of scientific freedom and f...
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God, I couldn't believe it, here I was, tied up with my erection poking through the plastic ring...and Daphne was tease-torturing me as I clutched the string to the plastic ring in my mouth...oh God. The door opened, and Master Tanner came in behind her, brandishing a pair of children's scissors that he'd borrowed from my son's room. Playfully, Tanner ran th...