My name is Dan Wyatt. This story covers a few decades, so grab some popcorn and get comfortable. There are a lot of side stories that I'll leave out for the sake of brevity, and I'll try to keep the story line as linear as possible, so it's easier to follow. I guess the best place to start this story would be the on the best, happiest and most important da...
Author's Note: If you haven't read the first two installments of this story, you will be severely confused. I dislike when writers rehash old topics and I promised myself I would never do it. Thank you, Paul. Your editing help and insight worked well with my ignorance. Chapter 1 - Teegan "Stop calling me ma'am," I told Jason. His military bearing did lit...
If you haven't read this story by DanielQSteele1, read it now. It won't make any sense if you don't. This story is my Moby Dick, the one I've fixated on since I read it the first time. DQS1 is a very talented writer, but he has a habit of making his male protagonists a little too noble, putting up with extraordinarily hurtful things from the women they love....
Chapter 1: Tuesday Morning, 4AM - Rejection "This is Dorothy Bishop. My daughter, Alaina, caught a stomach bug and won't be attending today. I can be reached at my home number if there are any questions when you get in. Thanks, and have a good day." She clicked the cordless phone off and let it fall to the floor. The phone landed and bounced as her arm fol...
Philip Johnson Chapter One Berry Hill, Tennessee is just south of Nashville. In fact, it has been swallowed up by Nashville. Russ and Diane have temporarily moved into a large apartment complex there while he takes his four months of management training before they can go home to Cincinnati, Ohio. They felt lucky to be on...
Author's Note: This started out with a grand design. My plans went awry quickly. Hopefully, my meandering doesn't offend. Many thanks to Tim413413 for making it readable. * Freedom. It was the only word that described the feeling. I stood outside the double doors of the courthouse and smiled up at the sky. It was a dreary gray, but for me, it felt like a...
I want to thank all of you who have been supportive and encouraging. I enjoy very much writing these stories, but they do take quite a bit of time, and the positive encouragement is so very, very helpful. I hope you like this one. All persons within this story are at least eighteen years old. Any resemblance to any actual sorority or person is entirely a...
Hi Folks, As I warned you last week. This is a very long story. Most of you told me you'd rather see the whole thing in one piece so here it is. Of course you can always stop reading it anytime you want. Thanks as usual to the great mikothebaby for editing this story (she had to read the whole thing more than once). I apologize for any of the content here th...
(Author's note: I would like to thank my friend Allan for providing the inspiration for this story.) The news came as a great shock to the friendly and respectable folk of Finchley, a predominately residential suburb in the district of Barnet in north London. For some months now, a very ugly spectacle was taking place in the vicinity of Church End, often k...
©2019 Sal De Klerk & enf_cavalier, All Rights Reserved Authors Note: This is a 2020 National Nude Day Contest story, so please vote. It started as a Role Play in the forums and I thought it was too hot not to share. Warning: This story contains adult content including exhibitionism, voyeurism, spanking, oral sex, masturbation, ENF, Bukakke, and cum eati...