It is vital to the understanding of this story to read the first chapters. As always I encourage comments as it helps to improve the writing. In the ensuing months, Paul and I continued our extraordinary life and enjoyed the surreal (and what many people would consider abnormal) ménage a trios with our elderly milkman Ron. For myself, life could not have b...
Disclaimer: I'm not a misogynist, though this story may convince you otherwise. Fantasies are fantasies, bro. Please practice safe, sane, and consensual sex. The Barrens district of Angel City sprawled out in front of Rebecca "Codeine" Lane. Almost every building in the place was a "habitation unit" repurposed from aggressively rectangular deep space shi...
FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 13, 2009. "I hope you haven't drunk too much as you could be in here for quite a while," Max smiled, ushering me inside the Priest's Hole. Tonight was the night of the small dinner party in Function Room One, the night I was expecting to witness the seduction of my wife by Max's boss. Once the four guys had all arrived the first course wa...
Part Three The Revenge of Cody Thanks to HeyAll for the edit. Thomas Edward Scott, former Olympian, current head coach of the Ronald Reagan High School swim team (Reagan's Razors), knifed through the water with the ease of a shark. I still got it. His body parted the water as if it were air. Coach Scott took great pride in his body. A lot of it . . . too...
Note: This story is dedicated to anyone who was bullied in school. I hate violence but it is sometimes necessary to keep one free. This story is only fiction. That means I made it up. No characters are real, I made them up also. Special thanks to my Mystery fact checker for all the encouragement and help. Practice safe sex and enjoy the story. * I was sitt...
Chapter 9: She's Taken By Surprise Leslie sat in her bathroom, wearing just a red thong and bra set, gently cleaning the skin where her tattoo was. It was Christmas Eve today; the tattoo had had five days to heal, and it was progressing nicely, despite some scabbing. She hadn't had a chance to see her boyfriend since she got it, and she wondered if that was...
I closed my eyes, lying still in the cool darkness of my bedroom. She's there, watching me as I remain motionless against the soft luxury of the mattress, soothing my tired muscles. I feel relaxed, yet expectant; calm, but excited. Waiting for her. Waiting for her to make a move, to glide from the shadows and approach me on the bed. To slide her soft, late...
Day 5 -- Tuesday Miami, Florida 2012 -- But not our universe Ray slept in late the next morning, finally getting up at around 11am and heading down to the beach to check out Christine and Nick's beach house. It was a relatively overcast day so the beach was pretty quiet, with only a handful of swimmers and surfers around. Ray probably looked a little out...
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Winter on the Kent farm has always been a magical time. The white ocean of snow that surrounds the farm gives the impression that the farmhouse becomes an island in this vast sea. And inside the house the feeling of isolation is the same. Lois Lane, the wife of the current farm owner was sitting in front of her laptop re-reading the documents she had just re...