I know that I announced a while ago that I probably would not be posting any more stories on this site, but a combination of factors has changed that decision. For the past couple of weeks, a story idea had been rattling around in my head that I couldn't get rid of. This, combined with weeks of cold, wet, and miserable weather, when I couldn't do any outside...
Going to the deer camp has been a Texas tradition for many years. As a boy, when I was way too young to hunt, I would anxiously sit and wait at the cabin for my Father, Grandfather, and Uncles to return home after their hunt. Then we would all sit around the camp stove eating a big bowl of chili and talk about anything that came to mind. I would sit and li...
Gerry Maxwell is invited to a very special Halloween Party If a strange man in a strange car hand-delivered an Halloween Party invitation to you, would you go? Gerry did. And this is what happened. This story only mildly erotic. It is much more of a romantic mind game concerning what might happen... could have happened... once should have happened... on th...
Earth Republic December 2097 "Wheat! Wheat!" Huh?" She awakens with drool hanging off her lips and the laugher of some of her classmates. "Ms. Wheat, late shift or do you find my class boring because if that's the case then I can find new ways to motivate you!" "It's the former, Professor Kirstein, I won't do it again." "See that you don't!" The lectur...
Only the Ancient Ones remember the days before the Dead Things started to rise. The old ones remember a time when the world was very different, before food became scarce, the skies went dark, and when the world was teeming with humans. The supposedly magically wonderful time before the dark times. To the young, these supposedly great times sound far-fetched...
After breakfast one morning a few days later, Mercedes said to me, "I hope you're up for dinner at my family's house." "Yeah, sure," I said. "Should I carry my service pistol?" Quite seriously, she said, "I'm not sure. Are you on call today?" "I'm always on call. The dangers of being a G-Man." Mercedes smiled, despite herself. "Well then, Mr. G-man, I'll...
I awoke the next morning to find myself being caressed and kissed by my two new wives. I could quickly become happily addicted to that kind of treatment as a morning wakeup call. Kissing them both back, I said, "We need to get up and get ready to go home." As we left the wedding lodge, we heard quiet snickers and hushed comments about the noise coming from...
In 2001, my grandfather died at the age of eighty. His name was Miguel Martinez, but everybody called him "Mike." That's what people call me, too, and always have, although my own given name is "Michael." I didn't know Grandpa Mike well, but since I was his closest surviving relative, I was named executor of his estate. You've met Mike if you've read the s...
This is the third and final chapter of this story. You may want to read the previous chapters before reading this one. Thank you to my editors LadyCibelle and Techsan for their editing. * My life has done a complete turn around. Our farm business has been growing. My grandfather and I have thought of expanding. He told me that I was doing such a good job t...
John loved to masturbate. He was in the shower at his home in San Diego. It was a million-dollar home left to him by his dying father. It was a huge house with luxury materials. The house had made numerous articles and was even shown in "Southern If masturbation were like a volcano, and I the cum like the lava, then the strokes were like the earth moving its...