This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
NOTE: Things get intense in this part. I felt that the trauma that caused Joe's burlap condition had to be incredibly painful to produce such painful and long lasting repercussions. It's a cruel and horrific moment, but I thought it necessary to the story. Just wanted to warn you. --max Part IV As it turned out, his ladies should have worried. When Joe saw...
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Author's note: I've changed the names of the actual people and places for everyone's protection, and I've been deliberately vague about a few dates. You'll soon understand why that is necessary. Not everyone believes in the incredible power of real love, and that's likely the reason so many settle instead for so much less. If the people who work with me figu...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
Chapter 1; The Beginning Monday, March 8th. Gus lurched into the warm-up hut and stamped his feet. He was used to the cold, but thirty-three below zero combined with a twenty mile per hour wind was a brutal environment. He took off his gloves and his arctic parka in an effort to thaw out. In another ten minutes the rest of his crew should be in position....
This chapter is not meant to stand alone. Please begin at the first chapter to fully appreciate this tale. Thursday, November 8 The sun was just peeping through the edge of the curtain that covered the eastern window of our bedroom. I groggily opened one eye as I rolled over against a warm and nude body. We began to lightly caress each other when she ask...
Day One: The Wedding On the day of his wedding, Jonathan Rupert Stanford was up before the sun. It was a murky December morning; the fog had rolled in overnight, lit from within by streetlights and headlights and brake lights, so that the world was suffused with a dim, diffuse glow. Jon thought it beautiful, and appropriate for fifteen days before Christmas...
It is that cold time of the year for us in the State of Georgia, February being its damp, dreary self. I'm always glad to see the back of this month and I look forward to the warmth of Spring when I can wear less clothes and let the sun touch my cheeks with its rays, making my pale winter skin glow with health once again. I've been between lovers these past...
* * * in the time of chimpanzees, I was a monkey / butane in my veins I'm out to cut the junkie / with the plastic eyeballs, spraypaint the vegetables / dog food stalls, with the beefcake pantyhose / kill the headlights and put it in neutral / stock car flaming with a loser in the cruise control / baby's in Reno with a vitamin d / got a couple of couches,...