This idea came to me whilst listening to a song of the same name. However, I have twisted it to fit my own needs. Also, a fellow author, Bdubnaughty, sort of pushed this idea forward for me. So, thank you for the support. This may or may not be a long standing fantasy of mine (wink wink). It's a short, fun story but I do have plans to write more for it becau...
"Owwww," Nik said, shuffling in the hospital bed. He was in a private, spacious room. A TV hung from the corner ceiling, and there was various furniture scattered about the room. He could hear water running from the bathroom. "Good to know I'm alive," he said, feeling up the wound. Fingertips grazed the many stables that sealed the hole shut. He felt w...
The sun sank below the ridge, throwing the valley into early shadow, their rough-edges crawling across the meadow grasses and dots of scrub pine. Anne stood on the front step of the cabin wrapped in one of Elliot's big shirts, her long pale legs bare. The scent of horses and pine mingled with that of their sex still clinging to her skin. The boy, 24 years y...
A woman's bad boy marriage can lead to bad men "Honey, you need to drop those berries on top of the cakes before you flip them rather than stir them in the mix. It will make for a better plate when those ornery customers bite into them plus they cook better that way." If anybody knew what she was talking about in this little diner it was Carole, an always...
This is the conclusion to, "I Don't Mind, It Don't Matter". It's tough to reach an emotional high when you've just lost, as happened in chapter one. This one was easier to get fired up over; but if you're looking for a quick jackoff story, this ain't it. And, if you aren't of legal age where you are, this story is off your reading list...find another story....
The year was 1974. Rhett Ballard, like an arrow against the wind, tilted his Harley chopper towards the approaching bend, watching more of the Sonora desert, wildly greened with cactus bushes, roughed up with rocks, come hurtling towards him. Air frantically combed his shoulder length black hair, beard, and glided smoothly across the chrome plating of his Ha...
It was Monday, a sleeting Monday. No, wait a minute, it might of been a Friday. Yeah, Friday, a sizzling Friday. It was`a scorcher; people were spontaneously combusting all over town. No, shit--that was Wednesday. It was Tuesday. Yeah, Tuesday, a blank Tuesday. I'd logged in a night of bill dipping at the local watering hole. I had a fin riding on the Redski...
I She could not believe that it was only the beginning of May and she was pitching a tent. Finals week had just ended and a couple of her friends wanted to go on a week long fishing trip. She was not sure exactly why they made her go with them other than the fact that they stunk at cooking. The least that they could have done would have been to help her set...
Writer's Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults over eighteen years of age. While the story line is true, the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. Safe sex was not an issue in the early sixties and seventies, but should be a concern for everyone today. ***** Summer was coming to an end and my "coming...
It was sunny this morning, but still autumn-time cool. I'd been lucky enough to find this small house, just perfect for me, for less than $100,000. It sat on the top of a hill, and had two acres of land, plus a detached two-car garage, established gardens and a chicken coop. I had two covered porches, one on the east side and one on the west, from which I co...