Note from Slick: A lot of you enjoyed the "TOMBOY" series and have asked for me to write another story that included sports and some romance. This chapter continues to go slow so if you are looking for instant sex go elsewhere. Please read "TRAILER TRASH CH. 01" before starting this chapter. All rights reserved. * "He's still there," Maggie whispered twent...
Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude words. It's fairly tame, and I'm pretty broad-minded, but the decency laws in most states would require it not be read by persons under 18. Also, if you're offended by adult themes, you should probably leave now. More importantly, this tale features women presented as sexual objects. There is not...
Edited by michael-leonard Writer has Muse, Writer loses Muse, Muse takes Writer. Prologue: Jim was lying in bed crying softly to himself. "Why did you have to die? Why did you have to leave me? How am I supposed to do this without you?" She had been his rock, his partner, his best friend, and his lover. They had met during the summer before his senior y...
"He's here!" Ruby Goddard stood wincing at the pain of her swollen ankles. Seeing the massive starship X'Orr looming directly over Eden scared her knowing the truth within. She knew the ship and its inhabitants could not enter without Gaea's blessing but the sight of it blocking out the sky still worried her. Even God, the old man beside her felt the differ...
Christmas 2006 had passed in the most erotic fashion imaginable (please read previous stories) and on this mild Spring evening I had at last slept with my ex client, the very Turkish Kamile Ferrer, sister-in-law to my very first-ever lover. Sleep would be the inappropriate term since I was exposed to some of the kinkiest sex in my life. So much so that, I be...
“I see ya, ya slut bitch. I see yer big floppy tits an’ yer hot little ass. I see yer naked cunt, too, and it makes my dick hard.” He rubbed the crotch of his cotton golf slacks as he continued to whisper to himself. “You oughta get fucked by a real man ‘stead of that pussy wimp. I’d have that cunt shootin’ cream all over me. I jus’ might give ya a rea...
Harry's notes: Here is the next chapter posted in 'ROMANCE' because the southern version usually has nothing to do with soft lights and wine, but quite a bit to do with crowded bars n beer. Please give me a comment if you want to read more after this chapter. I got really discouraged after the laskluster views of the last two chapters and would have stopped...
(This chapter is a bit disjointed as it puts some things into play for later) * (Thursday) My first week back in town I located a nice little bar that felt more like a pub. It had three necessary factors: a small familiar crowd, good liquor, and no gun checks at the door. Now I'm not a huge fan of a routine but sometimes you need a familiar place to unwi...
One sunny morning in October, the phone rang as I was finishing my coffee and mentally organizing the day, "Hello, this is Kirk Hansen." "Kirk, this is Amelia Cartwright. Do you have time to come and see me sometime soon? I have things I need done around here and I am not as spry as I used to be." "Sure thing, Amelia, business is slow at the moment. I coul...
Twenty-Nine When Nat approached his apartment door (after entering his building from above not below), he smiled and prepared himself for a small harem of woman on the other side. It was about seven p.m. and he had set a dinner reservation for 8:30. That was plenty of time to wind down a little bit and then get changed, etcetera. He opened the door. As he...