Author's Note: This is my fifth semi-annual "invitational." The initial one was based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." The second used the Marty Robbins El Paso trilogy: "El Paso" "El Paso City " and "Faleena." The third had stories based on the various versions of "Maggie May" or "Maggie Mae." The fourth invitational was based on any Co...
Retribution Author’s Note: This is chapter three of a four-chapter original work of fiction. Some of the locations are authentic, but none of the names and events is real. When we departed Chapter Two Maddy and Roger were just getting ready for their first hairless fuck. Chapter Three Jake and Bill had been friends since childhood. They played sports, hun...
"Hold, Gil, right there. Let me get used to it." I complied with a low, pleading moan, pulsing wildly inside the first asshole ever to grip the head of my erection. Nerve endings I didn't know I possessed screamed for me to move, but I listened to Joanna Hathaway, who a scant half-hour prior to positioning herself prone on the floor and offering me her ass...
"Bags first shower." Fiona rushed to her closet and picked out some night things, she was in the bathroom with the door shut before I had time to complain, she didn't know it yet, but from my perspective, that was a very good thing. I waited until I heard the shower turn on, then turned our room lights down at the dimmer switch and lit some scented candles...
Day Eight – Determination Kelli woke feeling surprisingly relaxed and refreshed. She'd come to enjoy the feeling of cotton sheets on her nude body, and doubted that she'd ever want to go back to wearing flannel pajamas to bed. Unless Jack wanted her to, of course. She stretched out under the sheets, noting how the folds of cloth created a topography as it l...
Bonnie and Clyde I had been with many men before Nicky, but I had never really been in love. Nicky treated me in a way no one ever had before. Almost every day, he presented me with some little gift or some special gesture that made me feel appreciated, valued. It might be a pair of earrings, it might only be a bag of potato chips, but he never came to me...
The cold wind bit through the holes in my jeans. I hadn't known when I left home that I would be on the side of the road hoping for someone to come along to help me. Who would think that a brand new car would stop working on an empty stretch of highway with no cell phone signal? That's one of the downfalls of living in the mountains. So, the only thing to do...
The trip couldn't have been more magical. From the time we spent in the hotel room, to how we made love under that waterfall. I couldn't imagine this being any better than it was. All good things must end and so to must this trip. I thought about this as I laid next to Jenna on the king size bed in our hotel not wanting to get up and face the day ahead, fill...
The carnival sprang up like an exotic weed overnight at the edge of town, while the good folks of Zachariah were sleeping. The tiers of its brightly hued tents crept up right between the rusty water tower and the long-abandoned grain silo of Banter's Farm. In the chill hours before dawn, up went the symmetrical mechanical glory of the Ferris wheel, the daunt...
Peter's Accident It was late, and I was driving over the mountains in an unfamiliar part of the state. I was in a hurry to get home and had 3 more hours of driving before I reached my destination. It was pitch black, raining hard, and the gravel on the road was loose. Patches of fog would occasionally obscure visibility; it was hard to see the edge of the r...