The beginning of a new week for the working guy. Thanks to everyone who has added constructive criticism. I appreciate the help from users on here who actually write the great stories. I am honored to have my stories read by some of the greats and their feedback means a lot to me. Any resemblance to biker gangs, biker rallies, restaurants, or websites on Ea...
Hi everyone, Welcome back to my world. Alexia's story has helped me so much, that I felt the need to continue. My husband was my rock. Willie saw in me things I never saw in myself. Even when I would be so full of fear and self-doubt, he believed in me. So in this section of the series, I dedicate this to his memory. I believe if he were here, he'd approve....
Edith Bent (neé Drapes) lightly kissed her husband Malvolio at the front doors of the Royal Bank, waved good-bye to him as he entered and then strode purposefully down the street. She continued to the very severe front of the newly designated House of the Guild of Auditors, Bookkeepers and Forensic Accountants. Edith noted with satisfaction that people walki...
"The master wants to see you..." The demon's dark, melodic voice startled Soraya and she opened her eyes quickly. In comparison to Nira's kiss, it was a rather rough awakening, interrupting her already forgotten dreams. She lifted a hand to rub the sleep out of her eyes and was stopped by the ropes that still tied her hands to the bed. The light falling int...
A note to the reader. This story doesn't get to the sex very quickly. Fun fact: This story was inspired by an incredibly elegant young woman I saw in church. She was sitting a couple of pews ahead of me and her pink bra strap kept peeking into view. It's awfully damn difficult to get the full benefit of church when you're wondering about one of the congrega...
A word to the reader, this is not my story, I'm not living it. It is however the story of some one I know and care about. It is still on going, evolving if you will. If you want my story, read "Stuck". I honestly believe "that the best revenge is living well". I am also convinced that "happy" endings almost never happen. I acknowledge my limited writing skil...
Janet and Phyllis had been friends for over forty years now. Through junior and senior high schools, college. "Going away to college" meant family support to live in "dorm independence" on the local campus: four years of rooming together, sharing joys and triumphs and problems. Post college, their lives ran on similar, largely parallel tracks. Marriage: Jan...
Wherein Prince is positioned to meat I mean meet Mum and Dad! (Bedtime tales for sweet and happy wet dreams) Prince had set out looking for the royal ensuite shower after dumping all his clothes in a pile. Knowing that all were fast asleep, he felt safe enough to walk around totally naked. His jaunty gait reflected the now accomplished mission of finding a...
A lovely warm summer night in San Diego. During one of my business trips, Vicky invited me to a small party at her place. It resembled the parties we'd had during grad school together, well over three decades ago. Informal, lay-about, sit on the floor, lots of talk lubricated by lots of wine -- although of considerably better quality than back then. Since s...
I awoke not knowing where I was. I stared up at an unfamiliar ceiling, at a vent in an unfamiliar wall. I was laying on a strange bed. Something had awoken me -- something even stranger than my new surroundings. Something was happening to my cock. I glanced down the bed and saw a woman knelt beside me, her blonde hair down obscuring her face, her lips wrap...