Edited by Sherry November-10-2009 Please let me know if you like the story so far. By leaving a comment or sending me a message. DISCLAIMER: This story is copyright © 2009 by Christian G. Kay. This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or...
I don't know how readers feel about it, but for me there is nothing more erotic than a true story. And the writing process certainly has its benefits -- the reliving of a sexy, fruitful and fulfilling event creates all sorts of stimulation for me and a productive hour or two invariably sends me off in search of human (or battery-driven) contact. So I offer...
Cat couldn't get Evan out of her head. She had been trying since the moment he walked away from the café table the previous night. "Damn" she muttered as she stood up from the kitchen table in her apartment. She walked to the refrigerator to get chilled water. She leaned against the cabinet and stared at the drawing pad on the table. The beginnings of a ci...
"Mum showed us yer war medals an' the Military Medal for 'gallantry', las' week, Dad," 11-year-old Art says as the pair walk to the next job, "next munf it'll be twenty years since The Great War started in 1914." "She should've asked me before she dug out my medals, Art. Although," Roger Bird replies, "if I'm honest, I'd almost forgotten about them." "Sorr...
CHAPTER THREE "Already our child weighs heavy on me and slows my labors, my beloved." My darling wife Alta casually mentioned to me late one evening, just after mid-summer. "I sure that it does!" I congenially replied. Already her belly was quite swollen and she still had several months left before the child was due to be born. "Indeed, I'm quite falling...
I thought you said you have been married nine years. Why does the balloon say Happy 11th Anniversary? Eric questioned. I handed Eric a beer and clicked the remote to find the game we wanted to watch as we got settled in the part of the basement I had set up as something of a man cave. A big screen HD TV, a fridge, some comfortable recliners and a few poster...
As the sun shined high over summer time suburban L.A. I walked outside into the heat intending to relax by my pool. It's obscenely hot today but staying inside all day is not something I can do. So outside I go, in my shorts and flip-flops. My name is Robert Robertson. Very dull name right? They named me twice so I wouldn't forget it? My parents were not the...
In April, 1989, I was working at a corporation with so many layers that I couldn't precisely say who my actual employer was. At the top was a conglomerate that had started out as an auto parts manufacturer. As it added and shed many lines of business over the decades it needed a new identity. Eventually it had purchased an old-line Hollywood studio called Ap...
Chapter 8. A decision. As you can imagine after three hours of being teased by four lingerie wearing girls, I was rampant and we headed straight for bed on returning to the flat. I think Susan was even hornier than I was and any thought of trying to get under the sheets to preserve our modesty was the last thing on our minds. The first time was straight b...
AUTHOR'S NOTE In line with the Christmas spirit of love and forgiveness, here is my attempt at a Reconciliation story. I must admit I struggled with it and it's not even very long! The reason I found it difficult is because I'm a firm believer in consequences for actions. That there should be a price to pay for wrongdoing. I think one of the reasons we'r...