After Saturday my week seem to have flown by. I had seen Gregg a couple times on his balcony and I had waved but he would just point to his watch. I thought that was kind of weird but didn't think much about it. Saturday afternoon Gregg showed up at my door and asked me what time I would be over. I told him around eight that night. He smiled again which ma...
Jack Morgan's trusty old F150 bounced down the nearly impassable trail and bounced through the last dry wash before he reached his destination. He could see the trail of dust hanging in the still air behind. It was a typical mid August day in Southwest Missouri. It was hot and dry with no real chance of rain for some time. When Jack had left home to go to...
I. Lucia sat on the steps of her home, looking into the street. She crossed her legs, uncrossed them, and crossed them again. All of her friends were gone to college again: another summer's end plagued with boredom and loneliness. It wasn't as though her parents couldn't afford to send her to college, but Daddy said she wasn't ready. Just like she wasn't re...
Author's note: Fiction. Gregg finds his life upended after a difficult breakup, and finds it leading him to an entirely new kind of household. I wonder what would have happened if I had never confessed. At the time life seemed good. I had settled down with Alison and even proposed marriage. When I proposed we had agreed to wait before we set a date. This...
It was a hot Sunday afternoon in late July. The smell of patchouli wafted through the humid air from the incense cone burning in the corner. A ceiling fan did its best, but there was no air conditioning in Becky's cabin, our usual hang-out. Most of us had stripped down to the bare minimum. The guys were in cut-offs and Becky was wearing a halter top and a pa...
A continuation of Laura's awakening. ***** After Lynn had returned to the US, life for me settled back into a routine. My husband continued to be a pain. He had announced that he had been chosen to head a sales initiative, which meant a trip to China in a weeks time. I was thankful that I'd have some time on my own for ten days. I eventually caught up wit...
***** So this is my first go about. Positive feedback would be greatly appreciated. I have yet to find an editor, but if you think I should continue, I will look for one. Thank you***** Chapter 1 Where is she, where is she. Oh there she is. I mean really, she's hard to miss with here huge bodyguard standing right behind her Anya thought. "Luna, Luna." Sh...
By Jedd Clampett Preface: There's an old story out there somewhere in which a husband finds his wife's diary, and makes the unforgettable discovery that ruins his marriage and life. The story below has nothing to do with that one. I got the idea for this from an old song by a recording group called "Bread". One the other hand, if we consider storytelling,...
"Fuck!" The rain started. We still had hours to go before we'd reach the bottom of the mountain. It was a tough climb. We had gone off trail and ended up going straight down the face of quite a formidable mountain. Studded with nasty cacti and other thorny things, jagged rocks, the possibility of coming across an unpleasant critter, and steep drop offs, it...
Friday after work, Johnny and Gregg met for drinks. After they had ordered beers, Johnny asked, "So tell me, why are 'feeling good? Did you and Maria get back together?" "No. Never happen." "You're dating one of her girl friends?" "No, she poisoned the well. Told them all I was a pervert. She told them I tied her up, spanked her, did her ass, had threeso...