I awoke to a rocking sensation, something was pressing hard onto my chest and moving. I slowly opened my eyes and Leah's beautiful face came into focus, her eyes closed and her lips pursed. She was slowly moving back and forth, her hands gripping my shoulders, her cheek resting on my chest. My eyes then looked past her messy brown hair and down her body reve...
I really am a truck driver. But for fun I write some fun stories. Try not to be so mean on the holidays. It's just a bit of fun. Lighten up. I hope everyone has a lovely Christmas. ***** Santa's Sleigh Has Eighteen Wheels, part 1 George Santos stared at the pictures of his naked wife in the arms of another man. The private detective did an excellent job o...
Dan stepped out into the quiet remains of a Saturday night, a knotted garbage bag in hand. At nearly one in the morning, the small bedroom community of Kessler Grove lay still. The only sounds, even on a weekend night, were the soft rush of traffic from the not far-off interstate, the odd bark of a dog or call of an owl. He drew a breath of cool night air...
"What are you so fucking happy about?" Mecca sat in the passenger's seat, an almost irritatingly bright smile on her face, both long, lean caramel-colored legs tucked beneath her shapely ass. "What's not to be happy about?" She held a fry out to him, and he opened his mouth to receive it. "I'm here, you're here, and my cell phone hasn't rung once since I hu...
A couple of times a year Kate and I met up with friends from Seattle and toured some area of the West together on our motorcycles. Kate and I were high school teachers and had all summer. Carol and Danny had limited vacation time so we let them pick the route and destination. They suggested a return to Jackson, Wyoming since we hadn't been there in several y...
Here's the completed version of "Reconnecting the Dots". Originally, I uploaded a Part 1 on 9/12/15, but my plan was never to break it up. I just did that as a test to see if people liked my writing. When I received some amazing feedback, I decided to continue the story. But I don't have to tell you how crazy life can get, so it took a bit longer than I want...
(No sex.) ***** In the early hours of the morning Claire roused from a deep sleep and wondered what had woken her. It took a moment or two listening to the unusual background noise before she realised with a sinking heart that it was raining heavily. So - the break in the weather predicted by the forecasters had arrived. Or was it only a passing storm? Con...
Life is a tapestry, a cloth woven of many different threads that create the whole. This story is a thread, a part of Barbra's story, contributing to the waft and weave that is the Whole cloth, being Jim. ***** This story is based entirely on true experiences from my past, names and a few details have been changed to provide anonymity for those involved. Di...
My thanks to my editor, B4Lurker. The story would never have been as good as it is without his help. After he edited it, I put in some errors, just to see if you'd catch them. -HC ***************************************** I can't begin this at the beginning. That would hurt too much, right now. Maybe I'll tell you later how this all started. Maybe I shoul...
Reader, this is a story of a loving wife's blackmail, and subsequent loving acceptance of her lover, including his son, there is a touch of lesbianism too. * Sara was on the phone talking to a friend who she was meeting for lunch, they hadn't met for 3 years and she was on her way to meet her. Her phone beeped it was another call coming in but she didn't...