This chapter can be read as a standalone story, but I suggest you read Chapters 1-3. It will give you a better understanding of the characters and the story to this point. As always, constructive comments and emails are welcome and appreciated. Also as usual there are no graphic sex scenes in my stories. Thank you for taking the time to read my work. I h...
My stepmother, Ann, was straddling me and leaning forward when I woke up. Her tits dangled in my face. "Remember these?" she asked. How could I forget? I was staring directly at the freckles in her cleavage where I'd shot my cum and licked it up just two days earlier. Ann had seduced me by dressing me in her sexiest lingerie. "You did so well the other da...
After forty years I realized it was over. What had once been a burning bonfire of passion had slowly burned itself out. When it was low I tried to stoke it and when it was just a flicker of a flame I fed it. When it was just a glowing ember I fanned it .But one morning I woke next to her, rolled over, and placed my hand against her perfect sixty-eight years...
2016 Ohio I was sitting in a Shura in Urozgan Province, surrounded by squatting Afghans. I was dressed in my Koninklijke Landmacht uniform. Truth be told I might as well have been naked, as I didn't have any weapons... no rifle, pistol, or even a boot knife! I would have done anything to have my favourite sabre by my side. As my eyes roamed the room, the...
REMINDER: I write long stories. Many chapters don't have naughty bits, but those that do will be way more fun if you read the others, too! Also, although TT2 is a sequel, it's a stand-alone story . . . but . . . you might want to go read Texas Trio first, just so you don't know the ending of that one! –Stefanie –:–:–:–:–:–:– Chapter 5 –:–:–:–:–:–:– In re...
This chapter, including the Epilog, is the final submission for this story. I sincerely hope you liked the story. Once again I thank my editor, Erik Thread, for his tireless efforts to help me give you an enjoyable read. "All right, gentleman," Atwood nodded at Gail and smiled, "and lady. Let's get a little curious. We are going to play a game of 'What I...
Act One "Report Ensign Pam, anything strange on the communication channels," asked Capt. Don as he spun in his captainy chair located on the center of the bridge of the USS Bonneville. Lt. Pam listened for a while hoping desperately to hear something of note to report back to her captain, but alas there was nothing to report, nothing at all. "Capt. Don, I...
The name is Raul Foreman. A big and tall, caramel-skinned young Black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I attend Saint Francis University's School of Business. I'm only one semester away from getting my Master's degree in Business Administration. And to be honest, I can't wait. I've been at the school for six years now. Did all my undergra...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. 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...
A cold gust fingered into the crowd. The solemn people huddled closer together. Their scratchy wool coats were touching each other. Another person shuffled into the forty person elevator. He stepped in firmly. Cautious to the touch, the front line shuffled a few inches back. The second line shuffled a couple inches back. The ripple effect made everyone shuff...