This was my first weekend to take care of my daughter. My wife, Sandy, who could be a bit overbearing, had decided to fly out to Dallas to visit some friends. She had asked me if I wanted to come, but I really didn't want to fly to Texas one day and fly back the next. We didn't know how our 18 month old daughter, Evie, would handle a 3 hour plane ride in our...
My two best guy friends, Jake and Derek, came over that Saturday morning to cheer me up. I poured three cups of fresh coffee and set out a plate of danishes, a sinful treat in honor of my being dumped by Stephen, my boyfriend of three years. Neither Jake nor Derek had the decency to look like they felt bad for me. "What you need," Jake said, as he chewed o...
Greetings readers! This story is not for everyone and in fact it is meant for a very few individuals who may show an interest in my work. Voting is on if you care to but it really isn't necessary. So sit back and relax, enjoy the story and I hope it makes you think. "All rise. County court is now in session with Judge Richard P. Carmack presiding. Judge the...
He caught a glimpse of her from across a crowded room. The lean frame of the young lawyer he'd been introduced to earlier swayed erratically at the centre of it all. Their gracious host was down on her knees before him, guiding his movements. He was new and he was gorgeous and it was obvious she'd had her eye on him from the moment he arrived. Her neck move...
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John-Paul Jackson grew up with his older brothers, David, John-Luke, and John-Mark, on the Mississippi side of the River. Their daddy, Isaac, and their momma, Ruth, raised the four boys on a 20 acre farm near the River, raising cotton, and enough corn, beans, and potatoes to keep the family fed. Every year they would butcher a hog and a calf to keep meat in...
Thanks to Waratah for his assistance. 'Back of Bourke' is Australian slang for 'the middle of nowhere'. Bourke does actually exist -- it's a town in New South Wales. ~~~~~~ 'You claim you want to meet a man, and yet you dress like a fifty year old lesbian,' Kerry remarked, inspecting my outfit. I was standing in her doorway wearing what were euphemistic...
This story is a part of the Blackedmerica series, which is set in an alternate history. ***** On the first floor of the school, Scott Olson was heading to Mr. Turner's classroom. In his hand, he had Malcolm Jackson's homework on the history of Samuel Duval, an important black man in the French royal court during the early 17th century. A paper Scott had...
I stared down at my hand for an eternity as voices rumbled around me. My father was speaking to me but all I could hear was white noise. A faint buzz in my ears like I'd stood to close to an amp. I knew the sound well, Jasper and I had been to enough festivals and gigs for me to know what it was. Why it was happening now, I didn't know. I barged past my fa...
This is a self-contained story. It's a slow-ish but I hope sexy progression and, as seems to be my wont, some of the final action is left for the reader to imagine. All participants are over 18. Feedback and comments welcome. ***** I could, if I wanted to, blame it all on Trevor. He came to stay with me a few months after the divorce, determined to cheer m...