Prologue - Placing her back inches from a large tree, Brenda stooped down and teased open a brown canvas satchel. The occasional wind-rush of a car traveling on the road, several yards away, served as a reminder that civilization seemed always to be only one step away. Her son, dear Christopher, had dropped her off on that highway a bit over an hour ago. B...
This story is placed in the first time section. However, it also includes spanking. The characters are both above the age of eighteen. In fact, Nicholas and Miriam are nineteen year-old newlyweds, embarking on a new stage of their lives together. Note, this is a long story, as mine tend to be. However, it can be read in sections rather than all at once. I do...
It's strange to think that, if anyone ever reads this little history, which I doubt anyone ever will, it might be in a very different place and a very different time, and it might make no sense at all. That's okay. I'm not writing for an audience anyway. I'm writing because I've got things to say, even if no one ever hears them. And I'm writing to pass the t...
His first sensation was one of motion, of floating forward through no power or will of his own. Hot, humid air assaulted his face and chest and privates, which he suddenly realized seemed to be totally naked. The air was so moist and burning he could barely breathe. He noted that his body's lighter than air movement was not quite smooth, but rather jerky,...
Sam sat down into the seat next to Olivia, who was staring out of the window, trying to see who else had chosen to take the excursion to the Hawksbill beach resort on the beautiful island of Antigua. Over the last five days, Olivia had taken every opportunity to dress like a slut, both on the and off of the ship. Loving the attention that she'd been receiv...
*Author's Note: I came up with the title and an idea for this story a year ago, but no matter how I tried to spin it, it just wasn't working. I work with a retired Marine Corps colonel and two retired lieutenant colonels, and one of them was recently telling a story about a Marine colonel he once worked for when he was the commanding officer of a Low-Altitu...
The bottle was three inches tall with a one-inch diameter, it was orange with a white childproof cap. It was sitting in the middle of the small round table that took up almost a quarter of my studio apartment. I was staring at it. I hadn't changed out of my boy costume yet. It was Monday night and Mondays are always bad, but this one had been worse than most...
This story is entirely fictional and is in no way connected with the subject. This story contains adult material and is only suitable for people over the age of 18. If you are under 18 please stop reading now. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living, dead, or undead, is purely coincidental. All characters...
This story is part of my Naive Boyfriend/Fiance series, but works as a standalone. You can read it without having read the others. I could have submitted this story in a number of different categories, but I went with this one because the main character experiences it second-hand or as a voyeur. The story's themes also include cheating, exhibitionism, group...
Tom, a twenty-six-year-old programmer lived in a small city and worked for a young company trying to make its way in the world. He held the same job that he had earned immediately after college graduation and he had been living in the same modest apartment since then. He had built quiet a routine. Work and sleep dominated the weekdays and nights, Saturday co...