Another in the Consequences Series. Thanks to all of you who have responded to these stories. Edited by LadyCibelle who always makes my stories better. Consequences- Jamie I was down in the basement, working to finish the recreation room I promised my fifteen year old daughter Janet. I had already finished the ceiling and walls and had closed in the sect...
Author's note: As the wedding approaches, many threads draw together. Pardon if I miss a couple. The next installment will conclude the story. Chapter 18—Releasing Steam Interlude: 25th Anniversary Cindy: Aunt Francine's famous party ended fairly early. I think it was because of the drive home. In any event, Mom went up to Dad, while Aunt Francine, Aunt...
Author's note: October 2017. I thought I'd take the opportunity to do a little cleanup on this story in honor of the Halloween season. Nothing substantial has really changed, mostly fixed a few syntax, punctuation and formatting issues. Comments and votes are always appreciated! * * * * "Now then, what do you want to be when you grow up, Andrea?" the teac...
Even if everything had gone perfectly, it was still going to be a shitty trip. After three years of criss-crossing the country, camping out in one drab conference room after another, eating the same awful room service in different awful hotel rooms, I was done. On any given week, my body might be in Toledo or Topeka or Tempe or wherever, but my mind was an...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers. Yes, I need an editor and no I don't want an editor. If that bothers you, quit reading. Yes, it jumps around too much, yes there's too many people to keep track of, yes it's too long, yes it's too short, yes this is in the wrong category, yes...
Charlie Parkinson and I had always been best buds. During summer break from the time we were knee-high grasshoppers, we could always be found with our pants rolled up with our bare feet stuck in the Missouri red clay mud. He lived one farm over. Wherever I went he seemed to follow. I got used to having him tagging along behind me. Eventually, we became best...
Randall Meechum's POVDallas FBI Field Office "Randall! Get your ass in here!" I had just walked out of the empty office where I'd ducked to talk to Talia and was walking back to my desk in the cube farm when she yelled for me. Senior Agent-In-Charge Rosalie Martinez was poking her head out of her office and was pissed. I didn't know what I'd done, but it r...
***Author's note: Warning, this story contains strong themes of racism, discrimination, and sexual enslavement. This is purely a work of fiction. I do not support racism, discrimination, or sexual violence. Reader discretion advised.*** Chapter 1: The Gossamer Barnabus Morley straightened his safari hat and squared himself against the metal railing. His fe...
I Love You, Dumbass; Take Off Your Pants: Prologue She surged her hips forward harder, then back again, and faster once more, forward, awash, as she was, in sensation. In the back of her throat she could still find the faint alkaline after-taste of the cranberry punch. Between claps, she could hear the uneven breathing of the room surrounding her and the g...
This is my entry for the One Night in XXX contest. Please enjoy yourself. + They exist. I have seen them, talked with them, moved with them. I have eaten their food, drank their drinks, slept in their beds. They are individuals so rich, so powerful, that they do not exist -- not in our world at least. They are a breed apart. You will find no record...