My apologies for the incredible delay in getting this written and posted. In any event, this is the penultimate chapter in the story of love lives in a small Wisconsin town. I have already half-finished the final chapter, so it should not take that long. Please, please, please remember to vote on this, and I very much appreciate any comments you can take th...
A little further than I would normally want to go but this guy's stuff was supposedly the finest handmade furniture in the area and it was a beautiful day. I am still a bit baffled as to why Kristel would help me but, the moment she heard that I was looking to have a custom built armoire, she told me of this artisan named Darquesied. Seems his craftsmanship...
No one could beat my life! No, really I am so serious. I was livin large. The investments I gambled on starting with paper route money I made in 7th grade were booming. Turns out with a little research, "high risk" was nothing but ink on a label, and a kid willing to study financial papers as much as his peers followed football could get pretty good at picki...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. INTAKE Joey Peckerwood's hands shook as he pressed the doorbell to Aunt Beatrice's house. The place was being renovated. That much was clear from the piles of dirt in her front yard. The backhoe was idle today, this being the Sabbath. Joey's index finger was still shaking as he pressed...
This is the story of what happened when my wife Kati and I went on cruise a few months ago. What happened was so unexpected, I can still hardly believe it. If you've read anything else I've written about Kati, you'll know she's not only sexually adventurous but also very submissive. It's not a full-on lifestyle thing - we don't go around everywhere secret...
Proofread by FernieLyn * This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between these character and events and any real person or events is strictly coincidental . . . and pretty darn impressive seeing as it is a scien...
It all started when my wife, Anna, turned 49. Not 39 or 50 or something typically momentous, but 49. She fell into a funk that was palpable - none of that usual joie de vivre, yet not outwardly angry or visibly depressed (not that I'm an expert in that sort of thing), just going through the paces kind of funk. She is the more introverted of our pairing, admi...
This is another story I wrote under the name of Newforester. It was issued quite a few years ago, but now I write under the name of Rockycoveboy, and so I hope you enjoy it second time around. ***** The glass of red wine had only a few drops left round the bottom as it rested on the wooden, bedside table, only a little candle on a saucer on the table throw...
Author's notes: 1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is pur...
Author's Note: this is the final installment of Love On the Run. I hope you have enjoyed it. As always I sincerely welcome comments/feedback. You'll note, particularly in Chapter Sixteen, mention of the kellners of Chicago. Sebastian Kellner's story is told in Out of the Past also available on here. If you enjoyed this story, I recommend checking that one ou...