I was just barely done unpacking boxes for the afternoon, nice and sweaty as a result in the hot August sun. Whatever possessed me to move to Georgia during the "dog days" of summer was beyond me. Well, it was the furthest thing that my wife expected when I left her and took my half of all bank accounts to roll over into my own. Sorry, Ginger, but I wasn't g...
I hope you like the second half of this story. Sorry it took me so long, but I wanted to take my time on it and make it even more special than the first. MoogPlayer * "Is he the one you told me about when we were in college, Sara, you know; the one that you've been dreaming about since you were a little girl?" asked Wendy, her eyes wide with both astonish...
"A woman left lonely, will soon grow tired of waitin' she'll do crazy things, yeah, on lonely occasions." I felt someone stand in front of me blocking out the spotlight. Scott. The music stopped. Nothing else in the world now existed. The entire bar went silent. He was holding out his arms to me. His forearms were heavily scared. He had a large scar on th...
Chapter 3 Rhy was home. She was tired, but she had a pretty good hall on tips for her first night. She put the money up and went to bed. She slept and dreamt of her mate, her Anthony. She had to make her move, A demon was after her and she needed to be claimed before he did something. Rhy slept and smiled in her dream. Love, you're home. I made dinner. Dre...
Please remember to vote, if you enjoyed the story. And I always appreciate comments both positive and negative. Though trollish, anonymous comments will be deleted. *** *** *** *** *** Ken sat in front of his computer stroking furiously. On the screen was a video clip of his wife, Karen. She was on all fours being fucked from behind by a tall, thin red he...
He died last June in a car crash. My mother was at the wheel and it was because of her that they were both killed. Mom was a real bitch. You know the type, always right and always critical of other people and very demanding and vindictive. Dad always stood up for me and I idolized him. I was his favorite and I really hated the way mom treated him. About onc...
I should have put this in front of Chapter 1, but put it aside to do other, hopefully more important things. Anyway, I got the idea for this tale from a newspaper article sometime in 2005 or 2006. Then I took it to the next level, not knowing exactly where it would end up. Along the way I had to come up with a means of extracting a suitable revenge for Sue...
I returned to college after laying out several years because of a shortage of funds and no shortage of lousy grades. I was twenty-one when I went back for a second try, still a second quarter freshman, and as yet unencumbered by spouse and family. My high school friend—we'll call him Bill for purpose of this story—was in a similar situation, but he'd returne...
This story is a spin off of the successful and wildly popular "Journal of an Agent" by Carnage Jackson. At the end of Carnage’s story, the main character, Dean Simonds, faces a major dilemma, where he has to choose between staying in Hollywood with Alyssa Milano, or heading back east with Natalie Portman. Please note that this might not necessarily have been...
There was a homeless woman I met by chance and allowed her to move into my house. Her name was Shirley. We were not any way intimate. I'm too old for that. She would sometimes wear really revealing clothes and I loved to look but there was still no action. She was about 28 years old and if she needed action she could certainly attract it somewhere with som...