Yes, I was suicidal on Sunday. But then I always am after that kind of Saturday night. By Monday I was myself again. The only difference was that I had done some good with my ill gotten gains, so I felt a lot better about myself, a lot sooner than usual. I also had lost the death wish by the time I woke up on Monday. Since I no longer wanted to meet with Iv...
I walked up to the entrance of Sue's Hamburger Stand and noticed a ruckus going on. Middle age couples were walking by showing their disgust at the fracas. What was going on was a gang of high school students harassing a young boy about 11 or 12 years old. A girl about 13 years old was screaming at them to stop. She couldn't do much more since she was being...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. My apologies! This chapter may meander even more than usual as it is part of a collection of several short 'day in the life' journal style entries which have been linked to make up Chapters 29-31 Sorry about t...
CHAPTER 1 The lithe and cutely breasted blonde, who fitted her jeans curvaceously, called loudly in a small bar in Central Otego in the South Island of New Zealand, "Where can a girl get some action around here?" She was ignored by the twenty or so men in the bar because she was 1)Female 2)American 3)Loud 4)And the guys were either married or in a relati...
Here's a new story, very different from my previous interracial story. It came almost full blown into my head as I was listening to a blues number one night this spring. It is hopefully a successful attempt to write not only an erotic interracial story, but crime noir as well. I look forward to hearing your comments, both pro and con. As always, this is a w...
INTRODUCTION Probably the least successful of all dude ranches in America has been Sarah McKenzie's Dude Ranch on Lake Knead Island in Kansas. It's had four initiated foreclosures on it in the past seven years and in the tradition of singer Loretta Lynn's dad, Sarah's dad who was a resident in a nursing home, always managed to find the money from somewhere...
This is a work of pure fiction. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Likewise, any resemblance to any actual circumstance in anyone's life is also coincidental. Also, be advised that some of the information contained herein has been garnered from the internet and we all know how accurate that is; so with that in mind, feel free...
Jim Archer, jr. sat in the seat of the small tractor, looking over the field they'd just finished picking. He was sore and bone tired from the day's labor, but it was well worth it.... once the beans were properly dried and sealed away in jars, they'd have enough to last through til' next fall. The hundred acres of fields outside of the town proper, though...
This is my first normal 'boy meets girl' story, and it's a bit dark. It takes some time to get to the sex but please bear with me. ***** I still can't remember when it began... My last normal memory was a slow drive north to visit my old friend Steve who had invited me for a weekend shooting in the country. Both old army buddies (we went through basic tra...
Denise leads the way to a big glass door, beyond her I can see a goodly number of the old gang there talking. They all turn to look when Denise opens the door then Gilly propels me out into the very large back yard. The guys all gawk at me as I walk toward them my breasts bouncing a little. I smile big when I see one of my more favorite booty calls I go righ...