1. In the endless miles of desert surrounding Paradise Valley, Nevada, there is silence now. The rustling of the sagebrush, the distant howling of the coyotes on the long, lonely evenings, the tan and green colors and the distant peaks. I had been here a week now, at my grandmother's old house, just me and Mom. We are working on tidying the place up. Perhap...
School had started once again and I was well into my graduate school program. Life was good for me as I had found out that my wife Jane was pregnant with twin girls, our gathering for our scholarship recipients went extremely well, our household was running quite efficiently and everyone in our little family seemed to be very happy. Other than my school work...
II. I will leave it to you, my Dear Reader, to imagine the welter of emotions I endured in the aftermath of Satta's sale to the goblins -- an agony of love outraged and of vengeance sickeningly fulfilled; of a humiliation endured and a destiny -- my noble destiny -- attained. Through the long weeks of summer I visited Graydon Zamp's establishment on severa...
It has been almost six months since the first incident with my neighbors David and Mistress Del. Since her domination of me at the club I have become her slave. Mistress has directed me to quit my job and move in with them as their slave, keeping my Mistress aroused and contented. She is reading while I am, as always, sitting at her feet. I am lost in my re...
Dee's Story. 1. The first thing you should know about me is that I hate tie-dye. Really really hate it. My mom was a child of the 60's, a groupie, she followed bands, artists, anyone who had a space on their van and a reefer spare. I'm not sure she ever had a real job other than being a groupie, but to earn money she made tie-dyes, T-shirts, skirts, scarv...
This is a long story, written as one piece, so I'm choosing to post it in one submission. There are actually only two sex scenes within a short period of time, but that means, of course, that the remainder of the story is not filled with that kind of content. Read as you like. The story reads better as one piece, rather than chapters. A very heartfelt Thank...
THOMSONS FERRY CHAPTER ONE When James Delray moved to the town of Thompsons Ferry fifteen years ago, he was a thirty year old chef looking for a change of career in the booming oil fields that dot the area. After a couple of years as a welder and pipe-fitter on several rigs, he spotted a possible niche for a new restaurant concept. After pitching his idea...
Author's Note: This is a girls day out section, mostly. Pretty close to no sexual content. However, if makeovers get you off, we got you covered. Chapter 8 -- Coffee to Go Interlude: 25th Anniversary Cindy: One thing I have always wished I could have watched is the meeting of Aunt Frannie and Aunt Jo. If you want to talk of odd couples, start right there...
This was an easy story to write. I like Christmas and I believe that things happen during that season and especially on Christmas Eve that could not happen any other time. It is certainly not a time for bitterness or revenge. I hope you feel the same way. Rather than post this in a series of chapters, I chose to post it all at once. It is long, so you may...
Saturday July 15, 2001 That mother fucker is history. Gone. Done. I got back from the hospital after the police arrested him. I'm glad I wasn't these when they got him. I don't know what I would have done. The phone's ringing off the hook and I'm not going to answer it again. His mom, then his sister called. Mrs. McSweeney started out nice, just concerned,...