My name is Allen Culbertson and my wife is named Crys. We have been married for twelve years that I can honestly say we have been very happy. I work at a major manufacturing company as the department manager in their mechanical engineering department and Chris is a demographic analyst for an advertising agency. We have no children yet. But today, I have a pr...
This is my first story in quite a while. I want to thank my editors for rereading it and offering suggestions. It is a little longer than I originally intended, but I got carried away. If you do not care for interracial sex, please do not read it. As always, I welcome your thoughts and critiques, but be nice! I have already started part two. Tragedy and Lo...
The previous chapter hit top 5 in the all-time Hall of Fame (at least for a little while)!! I am pretty stoked. Author's Note: I apologize for the delay. I will be posting this chapter in 2 parts. However, this part is as long as any other chapter. The next one should be out within a week if my editors can get to it this weekend. Chapter 19 will be the gra...
"Please come with us. It's just lunch." "I don't think so. I appreciate the offer, but I'd feel more comfortable staying at home." "Farah, I know how hard it's been for you. And I know how much you loved Ben. But you can't stay home all day, every day." "Traci? I don't do that. I'm not home 24/7, and you know that, so please don't exaggerate in order to g...
He's a gay virgin. She's a failing lesbian or filthy bisexual, depending on who you ask. It's late, and she's out of milk. If this doesn't sound like your thing, other authors are available. Or try one of my other stories. If this might be your thing, I hope you enjoy. This is an entry in the April Fools Day 2020 contest. 'Nearly home,' I thought, a...
Author's Note: This story contains no explicit sexual content. Miesville, Minnesota December 17, 2019 The light snow crunched under my boots as I stepped out of my truck outside the brown single-story building. "Wiederholt's Supper Club" was in big letters on the left side of the bump-out entrance, "Bar-Lounge-Liquor" on the right. I slammed the door c...
Author's notes: All creatures Demon, Angels or otherwise are thousands of years old and if not, at least 18. Humans are at least 18. Writing is Canadian English so colour vs color and neighbour vs neighbor are normal. This was written for Geek Pride Day publication but I lost track of it and had to rush it at the last minute. It hasn't been fully edited or...
Day 67 Jon woke up first on Thursday, which meant he could be the one to say "Happy Valentine's Day" first. "Aww, I wanted to say it first," Caitlyn said, leaning in for a kiss. "I could fall asleep again," Jon said. "No, we don't have time," Caitlyn said. They had gotten into the habit (when they weren't abstaining due to arguments) of waking up quite a...
It had been a long drive for Dan and he was tired. Although he had been driving for only two days, his odyssey began a while ago. Dissatisfied with his life, his work, and his inner being, he knew he needed a change. He had always wanted to get back to his roots, his origins, and he could hear the distant drums beating within his soul. He knew his Native lan...
Special thanks of course goes out to my friend PennLady for her help with editing this one. You rock! And, although it was anonymous - and a comment from PennLady's last story - there was at least one person out there who wanted this gentleman to be featured in a story. So here he is, #52, all for you, whoever you are! Happy Reading! M. ;) *** Unsure of...