In 1969 Thomas Finn Callahan, then a young short order cook, fled Ireland after being accused of raping and murdering a young Catholic girl. Even though he was no where near the crime, Thomas looked enough like the perpetrator that the local constabulary wanted him. Thomas changed his name to his mother's maiden name, O'Hagan and arrived in the United Stat...
The streets of Ruar, capital city of the Kingdom of Zentara, were filthy. At least, they were filthy when you left the well-travelled main streets with the fine shops catering to wealthy noblemen. The back streets, the slums where the common man lived were not so well maintained. The late afternoon sun baked the trash and refuse in the streets, creating a fo...
Ch. 3 The End of the Beginnings I lay on the deck, naked, my body still trembling violently from the orgasm I'd had forced upon me, courtesy of the vibrator that was still taped to my inner thigh. And that even now, was still buzzing against my sodden pussy. I was spread-eagled, my ankles tied to the deck railing, my wrists tied to hooks my husband had in...
Dear reader. This is another light hearted story of betrayal that won't stand up too long to an intense reality check. Warning: It contains undeveloped characters that some people may not be able to identify with. It contains no backstory, or as I like to call it, padding. It will leave the hardcore BTBers hungry, the RAAC adherents starving and the lovers o...
When other teenage girls were busy worrying about boys and dating I was at home taking care of my parents. When my old classmates went off to college, I had to put off my education as my dad had just passed away and mom was not able to take care of herself as she was blind and going deaf, and in very bad health. By the time I was 20 I was all alone. My pare...
Dear Readers: Thank you for your feedback. Your suggestions about a locked door and the cuckold's chin-rest helped me make this story better. * It was several months after Jim's wedding that Carol and I had a frank conversation on the patio after several drinks and a joint. She had been depressed and now she seemed troubled, deep in thought. Then suddenly...
"The pit of the lion is a deep one, no?" The spritelion laughed. "But soon I will lead you down oh-so-slow." "I swear," Yil muttered, "I wouldn't mind this all that much if she didn't have to rhyme." Anna looked down at her with wide, panicked eyes. "How can you joke at a time like this?" "Look, I don't like rhyme at any time." The ranger blinked. "Damn i...
SCENE 1 His name was Carl. Carl Montefiore. He was a tall, angular guy--good-looking, I guess--with a smug look. Even if he hadn't been fucking my wife I would probably have wanted to kick the shit out of him. But at the moment his look wasn't smug--it was stunned. When I came into his office he thought he was meeting a prospective client for his software...
Andy walked into the main office of Loop-a-Doo Public Relations Consultants Ltd at 5:30 for the meeting where everyone employed there would hear the dreaded news. He fancied he could smell fear in the air. The CEO Toby Collins announced, "Attention everyone, this is Mr Andy Ash, who is to deliver the bad news as part of JCA's need to restructure in order to...
I'm Dave I'd been a bit of a lad on the side; fucking any woman I fancied who'd accommodate me. Because of this I had had a vasectomy, I hadn't wanted to have unplanned sprogs complicating matters. I also had a voyeuristic desire to watch my wife being screwed by other men, but she'd have none of it. Eventually I got too brazen with my affairs and too clos...