I put my beer down on the bar, disappointed I couldn't get it to go down smooth tonight. Sometimes, even when I wanted nothing more than to get a good drunk going, it just wouldn't happen. I had come into the little neighborhood bar to drink. To get shitfaced. Now, even that goal would go unachieved. To say I was in a mood would be a massive understatement...
This story is a complete fantasy. There is no underage sex or cruelty. I felt so excited as I thought about telling my friend Elizabeth what I had done to my husband Derek. It was so ridiculous and silly. Here I was a 41 year old married woman thinking and feeling like a young teenager. Derek was a very good husband but he was such a stick in mud. So st...
Kyle Benton and his cousin Kara Benton met at the university that both of their parents graduated from for an annual Homecoming weekend filled with festivities. A prestigious university, the two seniors whose birthdays were within two weeks of one another looked forward to seeing the other again. It had been months since either had seen the other because t...
I don't know what happened. I mean, I don't do such things, and I never had any idea I ever would, but I did. It began on Saturday morning, the 21st of June., Solstice Day. Gina asked me last Monday about going with her to the festival some of her friends were putting together for this day, but I said I just couldn't. I'd heard about what people did at thos...
One of the big lessons I learned the summer I graduated from high school was that if something is worth doing, it's worth doing even if it was your mother's idea. The Park Department was putting on a series of events for young adults, and my mother kept bugging me to go to one of them. "It will get you out of the house," she'd say. "You love the outdoors. It...
Author's note: This is part of a long story. No part of it is intended to stand alone. I suggest starting with Part 1 In revising the whole story, I've corrected errors, but also filled in a lot. This has inevitably made it all even longer. My apologies to anyone who read it in the original form and now finds it changed for the worse. If you're looking m...
Chapter 2, Finale The Hospice nurse arrived to pick up any remaining items that could be utilized for other patients. I embraced Carmen and thanked her for the support and care she showed us during a very difficult time. I helped her pack up the items she considered useful and as I was placing them in a bag, Frank walked in with some empty cartons. After...
I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement they always give me. As I've been known to fiddle with stories, after they've seen it. I take full responsibility for the content and any cock-ups in this story. While I'm at it I think I'd better thank all my friends out there, who write to me...
This story owes a tip of the hat to Egmont Grigor, who recently wrote a story about a 'bad boy' banker. I loved the concept of the anti-hero banker, and this is the result. Thanks EG! To insure that my story wasn't too 'American', I asked in the LE forum for a 'witty Brit' to review my verbiage and advise me on British English vernacular. RachLou answered t...
DISCLAIMERS: [This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not conform entirely with reality. But isn't that the whole point of fantasies--what could be? With historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are entirel...