My name is Jack. I drive a pickup truck. I am not a redneck; I don't have a gun rack or naked woman silhouette mud flaps or a winch on the front. I am just a regular guy who, at 6'4", 230 lbs, happens to be too tall to fit in a Honda. Of course this also means that I am everybody's best friend when it comes time to move. Being the nice guy that I am, and per...
Author's Note: This story follows on from Ch.02 The Drought is Broken. For the sake of continuity, it would be best to read Chapters 01 & 02 first. Thanks for reading. ******************************** I jumped into my car and headed to my sister's house for lunch. I couldn't believe what had just transpired. Damn, Brigit was a sexy woman! I called my f...
Alex smiled at the memory as he watched his slave. He walked over to her and tweaked her right nipple. She jumped and then leaned in as he continued on caressing her breast. It had been an amazing summer. They had spent all their extra time together. When they weren't together he had her reading different material on all kinds of subjects from bdsm to proper...
As we moved into spring changes were happening around my house; Laurie had moved in bag and baggage, the women had gone shopping for a larger bed, and somehow I found myself almost a stranger in my own home. Oh, they didn't change everything at once - first the old couch went and a new one appeared, I have to admit that was a good thing as the old one had a...
John and Carol were true baby boomers: they were married on the same day the Woodstock concert started, in August of 1969, a couple of months after the first moon landing. They honeymooned inexpensively in John's parent's travel trailer, which was parked on a wooded lot near a resort and lake in the high Rockies. They had dated for over a year, but without...
The wind was already howling. The rain pounded so hard and constant on the windows that it sounded like radio static when Connie decided to finally take the neighbors up on their offer. Hunter and Pilar knew Connie's ex had the kids for the weekend and thought she might want to be with someone to ride out the storm. Connie had planned to curl up with her new...
Authors note: this is the first of four parts of this story. I did not intend for it to be so long, but as I was writing it, more ideas came to me that I could not leave out. I deliberately tried to make it kinky. I've also written a sequel to this story, which takes place five years after this story called "Maria The Closer." ***** Chapter One, A Glorious...
This story follows on directly from the previous chapters, which in turn follow on from 'All Thing Come...To He Who Waits'. Some characters from the first volume reappear, and Luke's character and abilities are assumed to be already known. It could (just about) be a stand alone story, but if you get interested in the characters I suggest you read volume 1. I...
The young woman sitting in exam room 2 gripped the edge of the table with white knuckled hands. Directly in front of her, her left foot sat in an emesis basin, blood oozing from the wicked gash across her instep. Her great toe and the two next to it were blanched yellow and blue, since the blood destined for them was now leaking slowly into the basin. The...
Rachel sat on the cold uncarpeted church floor for quite some time. Eli's head was still cradled in her lap, his blood soaking into her dress. Later on, she would have no idea how long she had sat there crying; her brain had temporarily shut down when Eli's had stopped permanently...and then there was the prayer that she had shared with the dying Brother Eli...