Thank you to everyone who read any of my previous stories, especially to those who give me feedback and voted them so high! If you haven't read them yet, I recommend doing that first. You won't regret it! I apologize for the delay of 7+ months, but real life got busy, and I wasn't sure how to end the saga. I came up with a two-part ending that I hope you en...
Just at the crack of dawn, the driver stopped long enough for my captor to put a dark heavy hood over my head, and then we drove some more. Eventually I heard the sound of a large metal gate opening. I could smell the fresh sea air and heard the sound of a few gulls. No bets, this was probably the old sewage plant that May had spoken of. Taken inside, my h...
James arrived Monday morning at his appointed time. At Kristy's suggestion he had remained celibate all weekend. Two days without an ejaculation and James felt like a caged tiger. Mr. Penis was not happy. The large space had been partitioned and made over. To James' delight he saw six women identically dressed - the prison guards. They had on light blue bl...
Robert sat in the dark inner room that Chilo had given over for his mother's use to sleep in and waited on her to awaken from her daytime slumber. She had been out later than usual, barely beating the dawn back to the Villa. She had fallen immediately into a deep torpor as soon as she got into the room. He had been awake for about forty-five minutes, as was...
((Guys and Gals, this is the second installment of my Nicholas and Hailey series. This is going to have more action than my last correspondence. I thank you for reading my last two stories and the outpouring of support and praise you guys left for me on those works. I thank you for giving me a second chance. I would like to make a note if it confused anyone,...
(This story is inspired by The Luther Vandross song of the same name.) What you are about to read is odd for me. As a rule I never try to post my stories to more than on site. This is a unique situation in that this is the first of two reprints of stories posted on another site. My thanks to my friend Isaac Newton for his editing and his challenging comment...
Those of a certain age will recall 1962 as an optimistic year, perhaps the last year of optimism in the troubled, tumultuous decade that followed. JFK and his New Frontiersmen were in charge; the GNP was humming along and Viet Nam was still a place most Americans couldn't locate on a map. The Cuban Missile Crisis lay a few months ahead, but we were still bli...
Authors note: Although not really a Part Two, I'm intending to fold these characters in with the characters in my first story in the future, so please check that out too. I'm also feeling that after two relatively slow burners, I'm going to have to bash out something quick and nasty next time. Please comment and vote if you read, because I really have no ide...
Eve and I were on our way to pick up her friends for an unusual shopping afternoon. Eve had this fantasy in mind for a long time now and she finally found two girls -- two of her colleagues -- and of course me to share it with. She was very excited about it all along the way to Caroline's house. Tamara was coming over to Caroline's place too. Both of the oth...
Dave drove home a little slower than usual. The first snow to actually stick had begun that morning as he headed to work. And the accumulation was astounding for even New York. Might even set a new record. "I'm thankful for the weekend, but two days in heaven just ain't gonna do. Yes, it's gonna take forever, Girl, I just got started Loving You..." he sang a...