A work of fiction *** This is a work of fiction and therefore any similarities to persons real or fictional who dumped a Lockheed Model 10 paid for by Purdue University into the Pacific Ocean on a warm July day over eighty years ago is purely coincidental. Besides, the end of this story is much nicer than what likely happened. *** In the story Millie is...
Alice has always been sort of a free spirit. During our long marriage, I've told her many times that I am okay with anything she decides she wants to experience. Honestly, she had never abused my open approach to life. Even so, I was a bit surprised when she announced that Gail, a young family friend and flight attendant had invited her to go to Cancun, Mex...
Author's Note: This is, first and foremost, a romantic story. However, I should warn you now, the leads are one female and one 'futa' character. Before you run away, I would like to say that this is not a major focal point in the plot, a character just happens to be one. For those that don't know, this is a character who is all women in almost every way, exc...
Livy and Josie untied Millie quickly and got her off the bed, still knocked out from the punches Heather gave her. They grabbed Heather by the arms and legs and dropped her on the bed and restrained her in the cuffs. They knew she could only be kept there if she was in a constant state of arousal and looked through Millie's assortment of toys for Walter and...
I heard a knock on my office window. By late fall night comes early and outside it was pitch black. I could hear young voices laughing and, putting my hands up next to the glass to reduce the glare, I could recognize teenagers in their cross-country outfits. It was my son, James, and some other runners from his High School. "Dad, can you let us in, we want...
MILLIE GETS EVEN WITH HER CHEATING HUSBAND * Readers please be advised, the story 'Life in the Redneck Town of Panhandle in 1969' is written using Redneck slang, quotes, incorrect Hillbilly grammar, and terms relevant to the year 1969. DISCLAIMER: All characters appearing in the series 'Life in the Redneck Town of Panhandle in 1969' are fictitious, as the...
My god did I get pissed last night. That's a statement, not a question. If the throbbing in my head is any indication of my condition I must have been pissed as a newt, blind maggoty drunk. I don't remember which particular poison I drank to arrive at the state I must have been in, but I do remember that at one stage there was a woman involved. I rolled ove...
Dinner was a rather raucous affair, with awards to the various kids who had won races and "awards of merit" to all the other kids too. Lots of ice cream, shouting, and so on. By the end of dinner and the festivities, I was beat. I was sitting in one of the overstuffed chairs in the lodge's main room and falling asleep when I felt someone sit on the arm of th...
Clarification: The Met. = London's Metropolitan Police Force, incorrectly known around the world as Scotland Yard or New Scotland Yard, that's just their headquarters. " Lock-in" locking the doors of a public house outside normal opening hours, so that a private party can be held. Providing no money is exchanged for any of the alcohol that is consumed and...
As I exited her bedroom after having fucked Samatha three times to finally render her comatose the most serene feeling of my life washed over me like a gentle wave in the Caribbean. All that was left was the complete humiliation of that asshole that started me on my quest. Sorry, I was just thinking back on one of the most satisfying experiences of my life...