Two Part Story. Second part submitted also. Great Thanks to the always awesome mikothebaby for her editing magic, and patience with grammar, spelling and punctuation. Her valiant attempts to make my stories readable are much appreciated. As Always, any and all errors are mine, and mine alone. +++++ Thinking Man's action Wife's actions make him think abou...
This is a culmination to the 'Mistaken Identity' stories. However it stands alone, as the earlier submissions have been reworked and make up the first half. I refrain from calling it the conclusion, because as you will find, some stories are still to be told. * * * * * Every year, grown men and women in this town dress up in costumes and masks and gather...
SS24: "Bonnie Cuts Loose" *** You know what, Faithful and Beloved Readers? I'm going to start mentioning the names of the other categories these stories can fall into in my intros. After some of the others, like the relative dud "Trust Me" turned out to be...well, actually, "dud" may be going a tad far...but, anyway—I think this might be part of the reason...
Thanksgiving turned out to be quite different from what I had imagined. My first date with Ferry started out great and ended in disaster. Only too late I realized she was probably planning to spend the night. I screwed that by not telling her about my exercise routine and then announcing how I jumped rope naked to everyone at the dinner table. Stupid move on...
February 2015 - Brownwood She walked in carrying a large tote bag. I started to say something, but she gently put her finger on my lips and slowly shook her head. "The less you speak," she said in a low husky voice, "the better this'll go. Trust me." I nodded. "Good, now go find a chair you can sit in and get comfortable. Oh, I almost forgot..." Sh...
Author's Note: This is a sequel series to Amy, Captured. To get the full experience, please read through that one first. Hello, everyone! Sorry for the rather long delay, but I became a father since the last installment, and that tends to curb one's ability to write continuously. Not that I've given up, and you can expect to see more from this series, hopef...
© 2012, All rights reserved – mimaster ~*~*~*~*~*~ I could never remember being more tired; or more stressed. Staggering into the lobby of the hotel at three-thirty in the morning, I had a new appreciation for the phrase 'weary traveler'. My lower back ached. My eyes and head hurt. My legs felt like they were made of Jell-O. The only saving grace was that...
I'd like to thank my friend Annanova for taking on the huge task of editing for me. It's a move long overdue, as I've struggled with the chore of both writing and reviewing each chapter. I'm sure many of you might be saying 'What took you so long?', but I'm choosing the 'Better late than never' path. Thanks to my readers for your patience, and once again, th...
I stood at the doorway of the bathroom, the image of a naked Ann in my mind. But that image, the one that I'd held precious in my mind those many months we'd been separated, had suddenly been altered. Something was different, and while I hadn't realized it at first, I had just had a sudden flash that hit me hard. Hard enough that my head actually hurt from t...
A thin sliver of light cut through a small gap in the curtains, and slowly worked it's way up the bed. The rooms two occupants lay fast asleep, wrapped cosily in a duvet, with a low rumbling snore coming out of the covers on the side nearest the door. An arm - undeniably male given the light covering of hair - struck out into no-mans-land, hanging over the e...