Big League Dreams: Chapter 01 I started this story a while ago, before COVID-19 and before the likely contraction of baseball's minor leagues. So, it exists in a fantasy world where these things didn't happen. I hope that the quality of the story allows you to ignore that. Also, while I never specifically say what baseball organization is featured, it is ba...
What Kind of Man I Am Ch. 9 Hey Fuckers Doing the best I can avoiding Covid, Karen and Ken. Unfortunately people we know have passed away and many have lost there jobs. I lost my Dad earlier this year along with dealing with all the other shit in life. Sit down, relax, have a sandwich, drink a glass of milk, do some fuckin' thing besides complaining abou...
Trisha sat quietly in her makeshift home office. She was lost in thought as she waited for her computer to boot up. Dennis, her husband of six years had left to go to work without even saying good morning. The years of work and life in general had certainly taken its toll on their relationship. Trisha tried to be understanding with Dennis's need to be inti...
Author Note: With everything going on in the world at the moment, I wanted to write something a little less serious. I hope that comes through and you enjoy it. Thank you for taking the time to read my story, I really do appreciate it. Prologue It was a typical Sunday like any other. Mary Jacobs was grabbing the last of the towels for the pool when the do...
I'd never been to this bar before, of course. Ashley had picked it. Mostly because I live a couple of hours away, so this was her turf. She had picked well. It was what I call an upper end dive bar. A dark wood, L-shaped bar with twenty or so stools. Shelves on the wall behind it filled with glassware that hadn't been used or cleaned in a while and bottles...
Mistress Layton takes Beth back to 'The Woodshed" to complete a couple more tasks from the Master's questionnaire. This chapter contains discipline, riding a Sybian, a glory hole, bukkake, and another woman. COVID-19 and STD's don't exist in this world. My Journey of Discovery, Ch 7 - The Woodshed Again The alarm on my phone went off at six. I put on fresh...
This work is completely fictitious, any similarities to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental and entirely unintentional. All persons depicted in naked/sexual acts are 18 and up. Down and out aspiring model Taran Kilkenny becomes the hottest commodity in an escort service for trannies! But first he's gotta get trained by his new and domineering b...
Love in the time of Corona I went out shopping yesterday, for something small but necessary, and wouldn't you know it, on the way back in the building I encountered workers doing repairs on a landing in the stairwell. Construction goes on during this crisis. It was a team of Latin Americans, and they were boisterous and I would have to pass through them,...
This story is a bit longer and slower than most of my stories. I do apologize for that, but I wanted to explore an idea. That doesn't explain my need to inflict it upon you, the reader, but I have. Also, it doesn't contain any explicit sex. It's been some time since I wrote an angry BTB story. Truth is, I've been enjoying a happier place writing love storie...
Chapter six: Wednesday, April 15, 2020 It was a dreary Wednesday morning as I sat at my desk, grading my art history graduate students' blog posts and listening to the rain beat against the window. This week, I had decided to have some fun with the weekly assignment, offering them the option of staging, documenting, and then critically writing about a "grea...