CHAPTER ONE I had no idea when I woke up this morning that I would wind up in the hospital. Of course, I had been fighting this cold for a bit. It did seem to be a little worse than normal, but I went about my morning as usual despite the chills and nagging chest congestion and cough. The last thing I remember was walking in my front yard to cut some bloom...
A Correspondence with Sharon Part 30: Sharon begins to realize she really is a horny "slut". This is the continuation of an email correspondence I had with a woman named Sharon Alderson. If you have not read the previous parts I suggest you go back and read from the beginning to get the full background. I apologize that it has been some time since I posted...
Driving from Monterey Park, Brandi was pleased to be leaving her parent's home where an argument had ensued between her uncle and father. The Chinese New Year celebrations started with a bang then fizzled out with the usual quarrel whether they were Taiwanese Americans or Chinese Americans. It meant nothing to her, so she left them to it. She also felt guil...
USS Surefoot, Deck 1, Captain's Quarters, 1800 Hours: Captain Hrelle reached down into his bowl and drew out a dark purple, bulbous fruit sprinkled with quinoa. "What in the Seven Hells is this thing?" Sitting across from him, Kami was leaning back in her own chair, cradling a bowl of her own. "Betazoid uttaberries. If you don't like them, don't eat them,...
All the characters in this story are fictional; any resemblance to anyone alive, or dead is simply just uncanny. All characters in this story are 18 years or older. Ryan checked the list again. Everyone had headed to Missoula the previous evening, Uncle Bill, Aunt Suzanne, Jessi, Becky, Stan, and their parents. Uncle Bill had left him a list of chores that...
Introduction By way of an introduction this story is largely fiction, but is still rooted in some fact, so let's say it's fictiony. I have an uncle, now deceased. He and his wife had a big bunch of kids. Let's put things in perspective; you could have a bunch of kids, a big bunch, or a whole big bunch. He had his own gas station and a mind of his own. He di...
*Author's Note: Any persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 1 She let herself out of the trailer quietly; she'd learned long ago not to disturb her mother. It was still dark out but she could walk this path blindfolded; she'd walked it every schooldays of her life. Every school day of her life, she'd walk the q...
It's been over 6 months since my wife Hazel, went From an Ebony Queen to an Ebony Goddess. I've more than figured out what happened that wild night in Chicago during Hazel's work conference with two co-workers, and how my beautiful ebony queen turned into a goddess (chapter 1). That night in Chicago, Hazel had gone out drinking and dancing, and well, one th...
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 are used only for the literary purposes...
Copyright 2012 JohnnyMax All participants in any sexual activities are over 18. ====================== Momma loved going to church. The pastor was one of those Fire and Brimstone preachers and momma thought the sun shone out of his ass. I thought what normally came out his ass was coming out of his mouth as well but I had to keep my mouth shut. My eighte...