I have received so many emails lamenting my removal of Dire Straits from this site that I thought I would write a follow-up to the story of Judah and Emma (Dixie) and the entire Hunter/Dixon clan. This is how I see their first Christmas together. Daniellekitten was kind enough to allow me the usage of her Hunter characters and I am grateful for that. This...
This is the story of how I met Song, and how she made me the luckiest man alive. It all began after my friend, Joey, broke up with his girlfriend. Actually, calling it "broke with his girlfriend" doesn't quite tell the story. She dumped him, and she did so in the nastiest possible way — over WhatsApp. Afterwards, he found out (that is, she told him) she alr...
Anastasia glanced upward towards the sky and saw that it was almost a perfect blue without a cloud in sight. 'Damn', she thought as she wiped sweat from her forehead. Even under the shade of the hard plastic canopy which hung from the small building their organization operated out of she was beginning to roast under the midday sun. But she wasn't about to co...
I spend a lot of time, writing my stories, which I like doing very much. I also spend a lot of time, editing and correcting my stories, which I hate. But it has to be done, if you are going to read an understandable and reasonably consistent story. My only reward is the letters I get from the people reading my stories. That could be from you! If you liked th...
I needed milk for my coffee. I needed some real bad but it was only 6:30 in the morning. I figured no one in the area but Harold was up and it's a 4 mile drive into town, so I couldn't go to town for milk, plus there were other reasons too. Looking out my farm house window, I saw Harold's kitchen light on. I figured with his light on that meant Harold was...
I drove into town to be met by a wall of hostility, not the usual hostility associated with a stranger taking up residence in a smallish country town, which I was, but the hostility towards a man taking the place of a beloved citizen, which I also was. I was because I was guilty of buying up the beloved citizen's property in a mortgagee sale. What the hosti...
The old man pulled another news paper page onto his body. Garrit was tall. The long bones made him a bit clumsy. Only thin muscles wrapped around his frame. The scuffed slacks and stained shirt draped him. He lied on the ground with packed pebbles -- black, gray, and white once. The spread out newspaper provided a little cover from the soft win and warmth fr...
Nursing home nanas get naked on National Nude Day but for the wrong reason. Ralph was a nudist, but if you asked Ralph, he preferred referring to himself as a naturalist, since he always thought it natural to be nude. His parents were nudists or naturalists, too, and he grew up being comfortable around the naked body. Nudity was no big deal to him and seein...
The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Bl...
Senya's eyes were lost in green. His cries were muffled by the plush lips on his. His cock was bathed in pleasure. His ears were full of soft, happy whispers from all along him. And the moans from his lamia pet—or was she his lamia owner? He could no longer tell the difference. She probably could, though. His mind was obedient. Because he was a good pet. T...