This is my story. The story of my life and how I ended up here, in this place that I never thought I would be. But I am. All writers write what they know. And that is what I am and this is what I do. There is no great American novel in my future. I am not that inspired or that narcissistic. I have done my share of freelance work for some of the mid-level, b...
Authors Note: Thank you once again to everyone who leaves comments and feedback on my writing, it is much appreciated. Thank you very much to Paul who continues to be my second set of eyes, he is a great friend to help me out so much. I hope you enjoy it. ~ellie ***** The Fool Ch. 10 If she had wings. Although she had seen him several times with the inte...
Although the story occurs in a particular time, its location is a product of my imagination; it is not intended to represent a particular place or people. ~*~*~ Although her instincts warned her to keep moving, the woman hid for a moment behind a thicket of bushes, planning her escape. Shielding her eyes from the sun flashing between the trees, she scanned...
Trisha and I had been together for almost twenty years - sixteen of them married. At thirty-eight she had put on an extra pound or two, but then three kids can do that to you. Those extra pounds didn't matter to me because as far as I was concerned those pounds were in all the right places and Trish was still the sexiest woman I'd ever seen. Besides, who was...
My athletic ability should never have been the bane of my life. Running freed my spirit, gave me a sense of power as I drove myself to greater speeds. I was fourteen when I discovered that I could cover 80 metres faster than other boys in my school. At 15 I was area champion at 100 metres. Passing years have revealed that there are mothers who need to contr...
"Hi, can I help you?" Herman couldn't answer. He was mesmerized. His eyes were moist moons, his jaw was slack, and his palms were suddenly sweaty. He was literally struck dumb by the divine creature before him. "Welcome to Taco Bell... Can I help you?" she repeated. Herman stuttered out an "I... I... I..." but could get no further. She was unbelievable!...
Most of my story takes place in the 1970's. If you don't like interracial sex, dominance and submission, cheating wives and such, I suggest you still read it. You might just learn how things really do happen. Names have been changed but the story is essentially true as I remember it. I'm Pam. I met my first and only husband, Hugh, in the fourth grade at a...
After the last two episodes of using the herbal aphrodisiac James had brought back from Bangkok, we starting cooking up a plan to have an all out, balls to the walls orgy that we would never forget. Once James had gotten a taste of my wife Karen’s exotic good looks and sexual talents, he wanted more – I’m proud to say. And I don’t blame him. No man could....
This is the first in a series of stories about consequences. Thanks to Angel Love for her comments and editing. My name is Eve. I'm married to a man named John Constantine. We met and married when I was twenty-three and he was twenty-six. He has a brother, Robert, a little older than he and they both lived with their father Salvatore and their mother, Cha...
Chapter One: It was a Thursday night in February. My wife and I were in Cancun having been there only a few hours since our arrival that afternoon. We were drinking and dancing at a nightspot, enjoying the beginning of a short but free vacation provided by my company. To my dismay, I looked up and saw a guy from our Atlanta offices walk through the nightclu...