It has been brought to my attention that some of you...some of my most dedicated listeners are suffering from a condition...an addiction of sorts. You see I know that you look forward to Thursdays…or Fridays if Lit extends the submission date for any new audios I have submitted. Just the thought of hearing me makes your head swim, makes your breathing pick u...
Linda Jamison stood in front of the man and fought back tears, determined not to cry. The news that she had just received from this man shook her to the core. She would never have believed it, not about Michael. He just didn't seem to be that type of person. Then again, what did "that" type of person look like? She knew judges, policemen, doctors, lawyers,...
Everyone in the world has their own personal brand of heroin. No matter who you are, what you believe, or how you think, you do. Now most people it isn't even an actual drug, just a craving, and an addiction they can't get rid of. And yes even I have a brand of heroin, for me it's a guy I've known for years. I know what you're thinking. But wait until you se...
As I awoke, the morning sensations assaulted my body in the usual fashion. My throat was rough and sore; the taste of whisky still on my coated tongue. The muscles in my arms and legs ached through sleeping on bare floor boards and the headache that was currently coursing through what was left of my brain felt like an approaching freight train. But the overr...
Another night alone. I showered and put on a soft gown and laid on the sofa in the den with a Cosmos magazine, listening to some country music on the stereo. As I flipped through the pages it crossed my mind how I was getting better. Less crying, a lot of sweet memories and listening to the radio was not as bad as it had been, I could actually listen to so...
This is the central hub for a collection of one-shots and branches set in a single fictional world, Autumn. These tales can be read in effectively any order, and require no introduction. If you want to leap right in, go ahead. Otherwise, a short primer is printed below. Table of Contents I - (Male God) walking out of the endless wilderness. I - A (very botto...
I have a little problem. Well, to be honest, it's more than just a little problem. Some might consider it to be a huge problem. I am addicted to prostitutes. I have been pretty much all of my adult life, since I first walked out of the front gate at Lackland Air Force Base in Texas and saw a pretty young girl sitting on the hood of a car in front of a ma...
In the story, "I Married a Blow Job Queen", I reluctantly told the tale about my wife, Nancy Jean, and her proclivity to sample an assortment of cocks. I learned that she was very orally active in her younger days, and those trait, unbeknownst to be, continued outside the matrimonial bedroom. Please take the time to read that tale before reading this follow-...
My intro to Chap 5 brought an e-mail asking how the stories were semi factual. I'll have to repeat some of what I said in the last intro. The story(s) are actually one with flashbacks. In my mind's eye, I see the people I know populating the story. You may not see them in these roles, but I do. 1.The characters are mostly real: TT, my lover, is Lyssa of...
I've touched on this theme before, i.e., sexual addiction. You won't like Bill very much when you first meet him but give him a chance to grow, mature and become healthy. He's not such a bad guy after all. He gets his wakeup call from an unexpected source and turns his life around. Writing about sexual addicts allows me to include lots of really nasty and pe...