Just returning from my second and last tour of duty in the middle east I retrieved my bike from storage and started the two state ride home. The first day went well, and I stopped for the night as darkness came and got a room at Holiday Inn™. Taking a quick shower to rinse away the road then heading across the street to upscale looking bar to catch dinner an...
** Please read my disclaimer as part of my biography for a better understanding of this story * I stood at the bottom the path that lead its way in familiar fashion up to the front door of my house. It's straight, regular slabs of creamy coloured sandstone cut their way in a straight line through the recently laid turf that covered the rest of my postage s...
Chapter 1 She walked into the room exactly one minute late. She was five feet and fifty kilograms of sass, her cheeky smile peering out between neck-length curtains of silky black hair. Her profession demanded infallible stealth on a daily basis, and her jet-black locks and caramel skin tone allowed her to slip into shadows like a silk dress. Her petite fi...
Disclaimer: Like all lit stories this one would fit in multiple categories. This story has sexy tattooed girls, exhibitionism, and lots of light bondage. If those aren't your thing, stop now and find another story. Also, this story is a lot darker than I usually write and the characters will piss you off. They have few redeeming qualities. In fact, if you ar...
Disclaimer: Like all lit stories this one would fit in multiple categories. This story has light playing between friends, exhibitionism, and lots of light bondage. If those aren't your thing, stop now and find another story. ***** (Estrella) "ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE?" I screamed. I looked around the room and nobody was smiling. This can't be happening, t...
This is the twenty-second installment of Mrs. Hart's Ache Chapter XIII "…When the party's over…" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's note: see the Index of Terms for the definition of any word with which you are not familiar. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a simple tale of retribution, wherein the young hero teaches the mother of his n...
Sorry for the delay getting to the end of the part that is edited and I try to catch all my mistakes in this chapter. Sorry for any that made it through and i hope you enjoy. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We all got accustom to each other and found a balance in the...
Note: This story has lots of exhibitionism, a bit of light bondage, and a hell of a lot of cheap shots against wannabe literary critics and the anonymous trolls that we all love to hate. I will admit it is not the most original themed story I have ever written but still fun in my opinion. As always, if these things are not your thing, seek life elsewhere. Yo...
Chapter 9 - The Texture Of Our Skin Another workday was over, and there was nothing else to say about it. I was navigating in between hating and liking my job. If it were not for some of my awesome coworkers, I wouldn't know how I could survive. They kept me motivated enough to keep producing results. But it was taxing. Taxing on my mind and taxing on my bo...
I was bereft. Meg, my wife of 24 years, had died of cancer. At age 45, I found myself a widower. For weeks after the funeral I would come home from work and rattle around inside the big empty house and cry and feel sorry for myself. The kids would call once or twice a week, but they were grown and moved away and had their own lives. Their occasional calls st...