Author's Note: This is a heavy chapter with a lot going on, but we are almost to the end. Only two more chapters await you after this one. Thank you for all the comments on the story. Please enjoy. ***** "I'm so sorry for your loss." Stephen steeled his insides and nodded before passing to the next person who sprouted much the same sentence as he had alr...
THURSDAY Once again, Layla woke to the gentle brightness filtering through the semisheer curtains of this bedroom. At some point in the early morning slumber, Layla had taken one of the many pillows on the bed and wrapped her arms around it lovingly. Layla looked at it and imagined Selena coaxing herself out of Layla's sleepy grip with this feathery facsimi...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
CHAPTER 1 Jimmy Palin left the bus at the smallish city with the name that appealed to him. Jimmy was still smarting from being kicked out of home. His dad Paul, an attorney, had been grumpy ever since Jimmy decided not to return to college for his second year and now at twenty-two and having dabbled in the job market for two years he'd almost doubled his a...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
Note: Though this is a sequel to "The Wolves of Paris," it is not necessary to have read that story first. "You never kill anyone you want to in a war." -Ernest Hemingway, "For Whom the Bell Tolls" *** June 1, 1944, Paris: 1,440 days under occupation. The streetlamp flickered, but did not go out. A pair of uniforms lurked on the sidewalk up ahead. Riqu...
Here's an entry for this year's Nude Day Contest. In the weird continuum of my stories, it fits between "The Flirt" an "Schadenfreude," though like all my stories this one can be enjoyed without reading any of my other little tales. Make sure you read all the Nude Day contest entries and vote on all your favorites! * * * I suppose anytime you find yourself...
Chapter 26 -- Ajar Quite a good-size crowd from the Circle stood around as Dave Prentiss, Ty Winter, and Owen Bennett climbed onto a small podium in front of the new Townhouse 3 project. A symbolic wide red ribbon stretched across the front of the podium between two posts. The men had been motivating forces for the creation of and then the expansion of the...
** Sunday morning ** I got in late last night after a long day of scouting a ranch for a photo shoot next week and a bunch of sex. Our red-headed friend Becky works at a western wear store that is owned by her aunt, a feisty older woman named Virginia, or Ginny as her friends call her. Ginny just happened to need some photo work done for the store and Becky...
Chapter 22 ** Monday morning, too damn early ** I don't know anyone who's a big fan of Monday mornings, but I have taken a liking to waking up most mornings. Generally, I awaken with my morning wood gently held between the supple butt cheeks of my voluptuous, over-sexed best friend and lover... and as of last night, full-fledged business partner. The girl...