Winter turned to Spring and Spring turned to Summer for Kevin Ralston, but nothing in his life noticeably changed. He still spent the better part of his days working only when the feeling hit and spent his nights crashing wherever anyone had the space and tolerance to put him up. By late Summer of his 18th year of life, Kevin found himself working at a la...
All characters are over 18. If you like the story please vote. Thanks ***** It had been a long ride from the airport to Gram's house and her grandmother was tired and turned in early. Caitlyn wasn't tired though. She was lying in bed thinking what a train wreck her life had become. A year ago she could not have imagined doing the things she did last year...
Cupid, God of Love, doesn't want to shoot any more arrows. Eros, aka Cupid, the God of Love, doesn't want to shoot any more arrows. "Cupid! What are you doing?" "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm sleeping or, at least, trying to sleep." "Get up, Eros. Get out of bed. You're going to be late," said Psyche Cupid's wife. "Late? Late for what?" "Valent...
Again, if you don't like big, black cocks and small, white pussies, read another story. Constructive criticism is appreciated. Unknown insults are sent by little white wimps. * Thomas Jefferson Donnelson, long known as TJ, was the youngest son of a West Virginia coal miner. His four brothers had already left for the North and better jobs. He had graduated...
I'm a forty five year old married woman. Not a beauty by most accounts, but not unattractive. I have put on a few pounds, and I don't always keep my hair colored. My breasts have a bit of sagginess to them from a round of nursing and my tummy roll covers my c-section scar. Still, I'm tall and curvaceous, so I can get away with some excess. I believe in keepi...
Kevyn kept her eyes down, she knew that Stu was looking at her, she could feel it. When she knew that there were just a few more minutes of class left she began to pack her things so that she could make a fast getaway. She even took out her cell phone just so she could pretend to be talking to someone thinking that Stu wouldn't be so rude as to interrupt a p...
As I mentioned in the previous chapters, this story is a collaborative effort between me and Rebeccsm. She has provided the art, and a lot of the plot, god I love how her mind works, and me for the text. Please let us know how you feel about our efforts. Comments and votes are welcome. It is the only way we will know if you like our work. I would like to th...
No graphic sex. This short story is based on a conversation with the son of a woman who had been a client before I retired as a barrister. As usual I must stipulate that these characters are works of fiction and have no resemblance to persons living or dead. ***** Lynn would take her M.B.A. degree in three weeks. As most working people know, you don't ju...
I took a few minutes to compose myself. Then I joined my daughters in the hospital room occupied by their mother, my wife. I was stunned when I saw how weak and pale Michelle appeared to be. Suddenly my mirth was completely erased and I felt real concern. "Hi there," Michelle whispered. "You must be Billy Shears." I had to smile at her acknowledgement of m...
My thanks as always to ErikThread for his skillful and timely editing. Any errors are my responsibility. Chapter 14: Lloyd Bruton arrived at the office earlier than usual on Monday morning. There was quite a bit to do before he could call Brent Gordon. Brent had called him at home on Sunday evening and asked him for some help finding a psychiatrist or p...