This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. Asa wasn't p...
Please vote. Please give me the support or your vote. Please vote. * Part Three: Love at first sight. Liz meets Mitch. So very long ago, seemingly a lifetime ago in sexual maturity, a lot has happened in six years since her prom. Now 24-years-old, with her not married, Liz would be considered an old maid not that long ago. A time when there were gasligh...
Authors note There seem to be a lot of Wild West stories floating around ... this one is a romantic fantasy, with an oddly singular and tongue in cheek look to a version of the Wild West. Enjoy. ***** Chapter 1 Caroline Bagshaw rested her head on the leather-covered steering wheel and wept. Her dream life, apparently so perfect two years previously, with...
After Amy moved in things around the house had gotten crazier but I didn't know how crazy these two were until now. Life after the Lottery, CH. 06 Dawn's Chair Delivery It was nearing the end of October, the month had gone by quickly after Amy moved in. Amy came and went to work each day; Dawn still worked one or two days a week when needed for the serio...
In the months since Curtis had started his "employment" with Mama and moved into the rambling old Victorian mansion his life had changed considerably. HE had changed considerably... His hair, always full, and still dark thank goodness, had started growing out. The first time Mama had taken him to her salon to get his hair cut and styled was both hideously em...
As Eustace scrubbed his chest, his dick bounced between his legs, and he was overcome with the desire to touch it. I have to clean it, don't I? Eustace thought. But he'd already washed it a bit...too much! My wife will cause me grief, he mentally reminded himself. Opal had her rules. Just the other day she'd caught Eustace rubbing his Supertube, though t...
Day or Night, you could always tell the Chicago skyline. I was on my way back home from a conference for medical devices. Before I knew it, I could tell the difference between a scapula and a speculum This was for a job that I never wanted, but really couldn't pass up because it let me wear women's clothes all the time. I actually preferred the old-style nu...
This has been a hectic month and oh did I get distracted. I have a new series, non-werewolf, that I'm working on as well as Buster's story! Yes, I did listen. It isn't ready yet, but figured I had better get everyone back from their various romps. This is a very busy chapter. Thank you to all who read and comment. I appreciate what you have to say. Thanks t...
This fairy tale was actually a ballad known as 'The Cruel Sister'. In the original one sister kills the other (by drowning in a river) over a guy that was stringing them both along. The dead sister is found by a minstrel who strings his harp with her long blonde hair. In the more gruesome version the entire harp is made of her body parts. The harp sings at t...
On January 24, 1965, I reached the mature age of nineteen years and left Michigan State University in a snowstorm. It had snowed more than a foot and the drive south to Baroda took over six hours. I have reflected on that day upon more than one occasion in my life, and still marvel at how seemingly innocuous events can have such far-reaching repercussions....