... continuing from the previous chapters ... Chapter 22 Texas Crystal bounded into the living room of the suite I'd found reserved for us at the Four Seasons when I arrived the evening before; she launched herself into my arms. I caught her without falling over, and we hugged and kissed each other over and over. Behind her, a hotel bellhop slowly removed...
Hi folks, This one is partially true and partially fiction. The guy who wrecked his Mustang and went into a depression about it is absolutely true. I met him at this year's dream cruise. Coming to Mustang Alley and seeing all of the ponies was part of his therapy. I did let him know that I'd be taking a lot of liberties with his story. But there were some th...
This story is LONG – I know that already. I thought about splitting it up into two sections, but it really wasn't written that way, and I couldn't find a very good place for the split. So I submitted it as one story. If you don't like long stories, please don't read it. This story has some sex, but not very much. Rather, it is heavy in romance, even though...
I would like to thank Echa724 and Kinkyashley347 for their editing of this story, I'm so happy there are people out there wanting to help. (c) 2012 graymangazer. Part One Proposal I fell in love with my future wife the moment I first saw her. Lucy walked through my office door to temporarily replace my retired secretary, and at twenty five years old...
Chapter 14 53. Home, but not alone They left West Virginia at 7 AM. William was not taking any chances that Jemma was going to get home before he was. He nearly broke protocol when they pulled up in front of his Brownstone. Frank blocked his attempt to open the car door, and asked him what the fuck he was doing. "I have to get ready for my wife, otherw...
Thanks to WAA01 for the edits. ****** "Thank you for agreeing to do this interview," the female reporter from Music Insider said, as her delicate fingers set the recording device on the coffee table of Magnus Condon's Montana home. "I'm Sophie Dale, but you can call me Saffi," she said, extending her hand. Noticing while his grip was light, yet it was stro...
Chapter 8 Tennessee In another few months, all hell would break loose in the Arkansas wildlife refuge I camped at overnight: the various hunting seasons would begin. Rabbits, squirrel, ducks, geese, deer, and even chipmunks beware! The hunters are coming! The hunters are coming! In absolute stillness, I stood with a small empty envelope in my hand, alon...
There was no doubt: she was crying. It triggered a reflex in him to reach out and comfort her. Except – he didn't. Why should he? She wasn't the one hurt, was she? He was. So why should she be the one crying? And yet, she was. Clear liquid trembled on the lower rims of her beautiful eyes – reflecting the candlelight. For a moment it clung to her painted l...
Disclaimer: This is a fantasy. No one in their right mind should participate in the activities the characters in this story do. If you don't like cuckold stories don't read it. * * * I was awakened by a gentle kiss. Opening my eyes, I looked into his smiling face as he bent over me. "It was great, I hope we can do it again some time. I've got to go."...
Call me as soon as you get this. That was all I had written in the birthday card to my sister Misty. When she finally did call on the night of her eighteenth birthday, I could hear the curiosity in her voice long before she finally asked... "Okay, so why exactly was I supposed to call my big brother?" I smiled to myself, thankful that my college roomma...