By Daniel Quentin Steele © 2011 Author's note: Let me start with a warning to readers. This is not a complete story. It's a fragment. If you want a complete story, don't start this one. I decided to post this because I felt some readers might be curious about how the story of the Donnallys – Paul and Paula – detailed in the next to last published chapter of...
Hi folks. As you read this AlleyKat06 and I are probably doing part 1 of our honeymoon. I'll still be here though to see how you view this one. This story is a moderate length one so it's a bit longer than the last two. Those of you who wanted longer stories will still be disappointed that it's not longer but I figured something in the middle might be good f...
NOTE: For those of you who have not been following this series, it's about 24 main characters that are all news anchors. They are doing video shoots and using select pictures in the shoot for two calendars. One calendar is of single and married anchors. The second calendar is of MILFS. The proceeds are going to their selected charities and each anchor gets t...
Jennifer placed the large glass of lemonade next to Pete and plopped down on the deck chair next to him. He looked over at her and smiled. "Thanks." "Thanks nothing. Finn went nuts again. Some sort of special lemons he flew in from Florida. We've got tons. Drink up." Pete chuckled, raising his glass in appreciation, nonetheless. The sun was setting, and th...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activities are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.* New Year's Eve was a cloudless day, but the pale winter sun did nothing to chase away the bitter cold. The White...
Twenty two year old Bill Williams dropped off the steps of the Semi Tractor with a grunt. The packed Sea Bag he held in his hands was heavy. When he lifted and carried it his muscles bunched and stretched his faded and ratty looking T-Shirt. The weight made him hit the ground harder than he anticipated. He felt the jolt in his feet and knee joints. Before he...
I glanced over at her for the fiftieth time. Two rows ahead of me, two machines to the left. I quickly forced myself to look back at the row of TVs hanging from the ceiling, not wanting her to catch me looking at her again. Not that she had any idea I was even alive, mind you; maybe I was more afraid of being embarrassed by someone else catching me ogling th...
Note: All persons in this novel are fictitious. If you are looking for a great deal of explicit sexual activity, this story is not for you. The scenes that are included will be evocative rather than just for the sake of sex itself. This story is for your reading pleasure. Its length is undetermined at this time, because I do not know where my mind will take...
I am back, for the third time, at a legal brothel in Nevada. This time is much easier then my earlier trips. Only yesterday morning, I was getting on a bus for the ride to Northern Nevada. At my final destination, the shift manager meet me at the bus terminal and drove me directly to the medical clinic for the necessary physical checks. That evening, I talke...
Thanks to those who have read the previous 3 LIAR stories. The first chapter of this fourth installment tries to bring readers up to date. While you can read this story separately, it is helpful for background to read the first three installments. Thanks to "Andrew Martin" for reading and offering some edits to bring this together. Hope you enjoy this inst...