Winter lessons (a long way home 6) Written in association with Dalhia57 without whom this story would have never been written! * It was a Wednesday evening. The Christmas vacations were reaching their end. Tim thought they had been very lucky that year to have snow for Christmas. It added a fairy tale appearance to the landscape. They had made a long wa...
"How do you know what's a good steak?" asked a youthfully feminine voice as I browsed the meat selection at the Kaneohe Marine Corps Base commissary. Looking up, I saw a Eurasian girl who was looking intently at me and the meats cuts before us. With her light brown hair pulled back in a simple ponytail, she was cute in an understated tom-boyish sort of way....
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** DISCLAIMER - THIS IS AN EROTIC FICTION THAT DRAWS FOR OVER A CENTURY ACROSS THE UNITED STATES. ALL CHARACTERS INCLUDING THOSE HOLDING PUBLIC OFFICES ARE FICTIONAL. ANY RESEMBLANCE IS PURELY CO-INCIDENTAL. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~°°° It was the summer of 1869. The blood fest that was the...
William and Rodney were hanging their clothes in a locker. Having been devoured by hordes of female eyes when entering, they decided to 'gay it up', and they swished rather than walked when the rejoined them. Of course, in their case, not much acting was required, as they had experienced some serious bone-on-bone action. William had his arm around Rodney's s...
Rose ran a Tea Room on the fringes of the Garden District, within a short distance to Storyville and the French Quarter. Both neighborhoods contributed to her business success. From mid-morning to mid-afternoon, Rose would entertain the wealthy ladies of the Garden District. Her tables were always full, partly owing to the variety of coffees and teas that R...
I'm Amy. I thought that I had made a really bad mistake; only later did I find out the truth. I ostensibly got caught cheating on my wealthy husband and got booted out of the marriage with little to my name in view of a prenup. Only humiliation followed until... ************* I guess that I had a relatively typical middle class childhood, although I wasn'...
Chapter 15 Corec galloped toward the line of archers, cursing himself for not having a lance. He'd finally given in and bought a crossbow, but he'd never had need for a lance in real life before, not having used the bulky weapon since training with the knights. He'd have to make do with his sword. He detached the weapon from the harness on his back and toss...
Thanks for the encouragement everyone. This part is a little slower but bear with me. It's a vital part. ***** The next morning was a blurry eyed awakening. I had slept like the dead after yesterday's physical and emotional exhaustion. I could feel the roughness of my throat as the memory came back to me of why exactly it was in that condition. Yesterday m...
Beginning at an early age I heard the old adage that "life is strange." It wasn't until I was thirty two years old before I gave it any more thought than any other adage, such as "a bulldog can whip a skunk but it's not worth it," and "a clear conscience is the sign of a bad memory." Maybe I should have. A little background is necessary before I tie the old...
This may be an odd little story and I am not certain whether I should be happy with it or embarrassed by it. Maybe it's a little of both. My mind wandered for a time as I began to contemplate what it is like to get up in years. You can play by the rules all your life, be an upstanding member of society, and then one day you realize that your best years are b...