West Memphis, Arkansas is a sleepy, old river town, sitting on the banks of the mighty Mississippi River. That and the interstate that runs through it make it a manufacturing center, as is Memphis, Tennessee, across the river. Both cities are north of hurricane alley, but get their share of large, broiling thunderstorms, and an occasional blizzard that charg...
My usual admonitions: everybody is over eighteen, any names similar or the same of people alive or dead is purely coincidental, not a BTB story and no explicit sex in this one. * It was a pleasant fall day and since my wife, April, had gone out shopping with her sister, I decided to take on the onerous task of rearranging my garage. I had been putting it o...
I'd been happily married to my wife, Erin, for more than a decade. We've both enjoyed a reasonable degree of success within our careers and enjoy a comfortable life with two beautiful bi-racial children who wanted for nothing. I am a black recreational bodybuilder, just under 6 feet in height and usually weighing around 240 pounds, usually with at least four...
It started on a Friday evening. Actually it was about 12 AM Saturday. I was sitting in my home office surfing through erotic story sites looking for a good story to read. I wasn't sure what would happen that night. Maybe read a little, maybe cyber, maybe just read the boards on Literotica. It was an open and empty canvas. Late nights are my time to indulge...
This chapter starts Book 2: Rivals "Jim and Stacy go to private swinger parties," Mike told Jen. "They invited us to go along." "And what happens at these parties?" Jen asked with a knowing look. "Come on, you said you want to keep playing," Mike said grinning. "But a sex club?" Jen said doubtfully. "It'll be like Climax in Vegas," Mike said encouragin...
(Another long story, sorry, but I'm trying to work on my writing, so this is the result of about a week of writing and trying to edit my own work. Please let me know how I did!) ***** It was supposed to be a simple grocery shopping trip. I have a small apartment, with a small kitchen, with not a lot of storage, so when I went to the grocery store, I went w...
This story is part of an ongoing series. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not cond...
I was slower recovering from my wounds that we had expected; Jen was like a mother hen. She fussed over me and waited on me hand and foot. I really didn't feel up to going back to work. My Mom and Dad insisted that I take another week off; Jen was behind it I thought. She was rarely out of my sight. I couldn't help watching every move she made. She was so be...
Preface: My wife and I were driving south on one of the highways that connect our home with one of our married children when we passed by one of the community funeral homes. Now it's not normally a busy thoroughfare, and it wasn't that day either, but the parking lot at the home was burgeoning with freshly washed cars and that was not normal. I asked my...
There is very little sex in this story. April in Cleveland can be pretty nice. Thank you Blackrandl1958. You improve everything you touch. ***** My wife had a baby ... but who was the father? Some TDY (Temporary Duty) assignments are fun and exciting. This one was not. It was 30 days of almost 24/7 hard-ass work. Every year the US Army is involved in a...