This story is a fantasy that came completely out of my dirty little mind. Any similarities to anyone you know or anything you have ever seen or heard is a complete accident, but ultimately inevitable. ***** I woke up that morning thinking that my life was perfect. I was 30 years old, happily married to a beautiful wife, and had a great job and a wonderful...
Dear reader: If you have not read the Prologue that precedes this, I would urge you to do so. It establishes the background to the events that occur in this part of the story and also introduces some important information about the characters involved. As I have discussed in the introduction to the Prologue, I would like the reader to be informed that this...
Thank you for reading my story. Once again I would like to thank, JACUZZIGAL for her editing skills. ********* You could say I was fat, dumb and happy. I'm really not fat--it's just a figure of speech—but I was dumb because I thought I was in a solid marriage. I was wrong--she's a lying cheating slut. I'm John T. Miller my friends call me JT or BeerMan....
She still had her key, but after living away from home for two years, Lisa felt weird about barging in. The house looked smaller than she remembered, and shabbier. Not that her apartment was any suite at the Four Seasons. The place hadn't changed; she had. If she needed more proof of it, she got it when she knocked and Mom opened the door. Mom's welcome d...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. ****************** Miami, Florida A crack was visible on the surface of a white glass lamp sitting in the hotel room. Dim lightness faded across the room during the night. Emily Ratajkowski sat alone in the bed, her cellphone with...
Hey all! Back again with another exciting chapter of HFHM. New to the series? This tale is essentially written as chapters, and you are currently in Book Three. While everybody appreciates a good stroke piece, you really would be better off starting at Chapter One. Otherwise, you will have no idea who is banging who. Returning reader? Welcome back! This ch...
Chapter 19 My Way or the Highway You can imagine that I was in a bit of a daze for the rest of the day. Susan allowed me space and time and disappeared out shopping late afternoon. I sat and watched the other tenants. As much as I had told Art and Darren that I would tell them who should stay and who should go, I realised that it was not very fair on the te...
This is a continuation of the "Heart Shaped" series: a reader requested a story about Charlie in his old age. An alternate title could be: "The Lion's Last Roar." The base relationships and local topography are from the previous three stories. Without a full scorecard, most of Charlie's children belong to his long time love Mallory; Robert and Emily are with...
There was no sky today, only a rough woollen blanket of mottled grey that covered everything and blocked out the sun. The usual virescent hues of the countryside were muted to the point of dullness, with the wind slowly growing stronger. Brandon zipped up the waterproof jacket he had slipped on when leaving home since it looked like rain. He wasn't going fa...
Chapter 17 -- Awkward Alice was unembarrassed. She said to Joan Coswell, "Well, if you want to talk about sex that covers a pretty broad spectrum of things. Are you interested in technique, lifestyle, emotions, relationships, variations, types, location, physiology, kinkiness, toys, shows, clubs, or what?" Joan whispered, "All of it -- making love, and wh...