Quinton The reason people live in southern California is for the weather. Few places in the world can offer the perfect temperature on an early evening in middle of winter. Not too hot, nor humid, just perfect. This perfect night, I followed my wife up the dozen stairs to the front door of an outrageously expensive and opulent home. The house was amazing,...
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"Search for 'Amazon Fart-Eating Machine,'" my son, Scotty, suggested, bursting into giggles. "What?" "Amazon Fart-Eating Machine," he repeated, now bent in half with uproarious laughter. I was on the one-stop shopping website on a Saturday morning. My eight-year-old son hovered behind me, watching me type searches into my laptop. One of his favorite thing...
Ethan hurriedly rang the doorbell and, shivering from the chill autumn air, shoved his hand quickly back into his coat pocket. He took a moment to survey the neighborhood, studying the cul-de-sac and the comfortable-looking homes that filled it. This is a nice part of town, he thought, lifting his watch. It had just hit six-thirty when the doorbell rang and...
Authors note: This story is entered into the Winter Holiday 2020 contest. As an author, like all other authors who enter the contest, we depend upon your vote to tell us how well we are doing. Please do us the honor of casting your vote to let us know. Best wishes. Rachel CHRISTMAS CHICKADEE It was December 11th, two weeks before Christmas, I waited a litt...
Thanks to Mikothebaby for editing this story with her usual panache even though she wemt through hell this week. Thanks also to those of you who read last week's story. * * * * * * Every year at about this time, the entire country goes just a little bit basketball crazy. Okay maybe I'm understating it a tad, but it's pretty harmless isn't it? For just a l...
Chapter 25 - Attack of the Puma I found Astral and Lauren talking to Floyd who was laughing. "Oh Josh there you are," Astral said as I came up to her. "We were just teaching Floyd here the 'Bahia Greeting' and we came up with a new twist. Here do me." I smiled at her and stepped up saying, "How positively ravishing you look tonight, Ms. De Soto," and as...
Hey folks, another year has come and gone. Merry Christmas. * * * * * * My name is Clinton Conners. I'm thirty-five years old and at the beginning of this story, I was confused, and pissed off. Those were, however, the only things I knew about my situation. Of course, there were other things going on in my life, but at the time I was blissfully unaware of...
My name is Philip. I am married to a beautiful woman called Helen, and a few days ago... I did something very stupid! My wife, her mother, her beautician, my P.A. from work, and any of their friends, (in fact, anyone that they choose,) are now completely in control of my life. They are my Mistresses, and I am fully subservient to their every desire. In fac...
(A Christmas romance) Chapter 1 Jen opened her tiny eyes, it was very early Christmas morning and it was quite dark in her cool bedroom that the three-year-old shared with her toddler sister. There was just a narrow ray of moonbeam peeping through the gap in the curtains which revealed to her a silent movement, a momentary flash of white. There, she thoug...