This is the second installment of my story about a family with an interesting dynamic. In this chapter, I will begin to tell you the backstory of the title character and how his life experiences made him into the man he is today. ***** Chapter Two: The Lovers Meet Twenty years before, very early on a particularly ordinary Saturday in the late spring of 19...
Ciao! Sorry for the wait, I have been in the hospital for a good while. I've been having problems with my heart and lungs. I managed to hurt my wrist in the mix as well so it's hard to type let alone move anything. Hopefully my grammar mistakes have improved. Enjoy lovelies. ~ ~ ~ ~ Christmas was great. Bree had given me a lovely silver wire ring surr...
Chapter 3: Chelsea in the Morning I've been MIA for a while, a little discouraged by the lack of feedback/votes for my other stories, though many thanks to those who did. But that uncontrollable urge to write burns on, doesn't it!? Please--WILL WRITE FOR VOTES/FEEDBACK! * * * * * "Yo! DreamWeavers. 'Tell us your dream and we'll make someone cream!' Simeon...
...Any time the phone rings in the early morning hours it generally means trouble. When it's three AM and it's a phone in a hotel room a million miles from anyone you know it's even more disturbing. As I jump up out of what had started to be a sound sleep and grope for the phone in the unfamiliar darkness every possible scenario is running through my mind...
Author's note: Oleander Dreams was written for the "Beyond the Wall of Sleep" event honoring HP Lovecraft. It's partly dystopian, partly a descent into madness. Is it real? I'll leave it to you to decide. I hope I've done the estimable Mr. Lovecraft justice. For those of you who are looking for my "sick puppy" material, I'm sorry to disappoint. For everyon...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** At the end of 1981, we retired after more than twenty years of military service and moved onto the German Economy with a generous salary and housing allowance from my new employer – an Intelligence Community Defense Contractor. We found even more sexual excitement as we assimilate...
Foreword by the Authors This Foreword has little to do with the story below; it's just us venting and you can go straight to the story. We've been reading some of the comments made in the "Loving Wives" section and it occurred to us that many great authors have dropped out lately. There could be many reasons for this; but one reason might be due to the ha...
It is strange the way that life can move on day by day, year after year and then suddenly change in an instant. I was happy, really happy but then something happened and I am still not sure how or why. I met Joanne five years ago when she was twenty and still at university. She moved in with me in an incredibly short time and as soon as she got her degree w...
"Body straight and head perpendicular. Right fucking angle." Those words had accomplished what a hurricane, an attempted robbery, a funeral and a divorce hadn't. They'd gotten Grayson Bloome to pack a bag and leave Strasburg, Colorado. Strasburg. Grayson had lived there a solid decade and hadn't seen himself leaving it in a hurry. He had thought he was se...
Many thanks to my editor for helping me to be a better writer. ***** Two hundred thousand leaves. A mature maple tree has roughly that many, and in the part of the world where Marla lives, they all end up on the ground in October. She couldn't believe it when she read the number. "I've got over a million leaves in my yard!" she said. There was no one there...