or, an Essay on the Folly of Not Drinking Enough Rum Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut. - Ernest Hemingway Long after the 'Cold War' ended, relations between The United States and Fidel Castro's Cuba remained - to put it mildly - strained. Well into the 1990s, when people fled Cuba - usually by boat...
This is the story of Robert and Andrea. Well, this story focuses mostly on Robert, but there are some very important parts about Andrea that greatly impact Robert's future and plans. Robert was recruited as a potential husband for Andrea. He was selected because he had all of the physical traits that Andrea's mother insisted upon in a husband for one of he...
Without a doubt, this chapter is probably the darkest piece I have ever written, in both theme and what transpires. It may be rough to those of you used to some of my other works but just bear with it...the ride will be worth it. Please send me feedback on this chapter and all chapters of the series. Without your feedback, I have no clue as to whether or not...
NEW BEGINNINGS This is my first erotic sex story. It's quite long, but I like to try and flesh out characters and relationships in my storytelling. Hope you like it. Constructive critique would be appreciated. This is a re-edit with some extra story and less errors. CHAPTER ONE - THE LOSS My name is Andrew Johnson but everyone calls me AJ. Growing up I wa...
Note: This is my version of a story called "Civic Duty" that has been on the web for nearly as long as I've been writing. Unfortunately, the copy I have does not list an author or I'd give him credit for the inspiration. I've also lifted my personal prohibition against use of the "N" word after taking a poll on the E&I universe fan group with the vast majori...
This story contains cuckqueen, impregnation, cheating, lesbian, cuckold, and creampie elements. * "I wonder what his cum tastes like." Debbie Peterson nodded toward her neighbor, Mr. Lemming. He was trimming a small bush in front of his house. Her neighbor was at least fifty and a little tubby around the middle. His thinning brown hair was mussed by the b...
Chapter seven By the time the morning sunlight hit the top of the cathedral, my mind had returned to business. Somehow that long, dreamy night with Tolerante had made me more determined than ever to find out what had happened to drive Paul into that mysterious and seemingly hopeless captivity, to turn that powerful love of ours so suddenly and irredeemably...
The Carpathian Mountains in autumn are cold and cruel. In addition to capricious weather, early nightfall often makes travel after dinnertime hazardous at best. The unsympathetic terrain, even at the somewhat more benign base of the mountains, can be deadly if one is unfamiliar with the jagged rocks and gnarled trees that seem to grasp and claw at the unwary...
(Author's Note: I would like to thank several of my fans for suggesting some of the scenes in this story. And to Allan, who provided the inspiration for it.) Some people may find it quite strange that Jenny followed her lover from the relatively placid town of Finchley to the frenetic environment of New York City, but she did just that. She had barely de...
Copyright © 2012 Flavian Chapter 1 It was something as simple as font size in a web browser that gave me my first clue that my loving wife of the past ten years might be unfaithful to me. As a financial advisor, I am paid to notice the details of my clients' financial situations. I recommend appropriate strategies for them to follow in order to meet their...