I'm not sure exactly why I'm telling you this... I mean, I'm odd, you know that, if I wasn't I wouldn't be talking to you. Well sure, I'd talk to you otherwise, but not under these circumstances. No, no... I do consider you a friend, a damn good friend, it's just... well, I don't really talk about this with anyone. I haven't talked about this with anyone ot...
Dear Readers, If you haven't already read Chapters 1-6 of this series, I suggest you do so. Otherwise, you're going to miss out on a lot of detail. I appreciate you votes and your comments. RCG * * * I drove as fast as I could to the apartment. Debbie was still holding John and sobbing, 'I love you.' John was still unconscious. I pulled into the comple...
"I didn't mean for it to happen, it's just that... I mean look at her, her arm there, you see it. I thought she was... a... fembot." I looked up at the holocop, his image flickering slightly in the rain. "If I knew she was... I wouldn't have..." "So you claim you thought she was a manufactured..." "I swear it officer, I mean look at her arm and there her t...
I'm 62 years old and to say I love sex is a huge understatement. I "crave" sex! I want to have sex every single day and usually two to three times a day, but I could have sex four to five times a day on some days. I can easily fuck for 2-3 hours nonstop. Unfortunately, I've never found a woman who wants sex as much I do. Sure I've dated women who want it tha...
CHAPTER 1 Dodge Blueitt was independent and tended to ignore instructions to perform low-priority work. Beef rancher Sloan Silver would have fired him years ago except Dodge was the best worker he'd ever had. The cheerful drifter had appeared eleven years back in rain asking for a meal and enough gas for his jalopy to get to the nearest town. Sloan's new w...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
The short synopsis of this story to date is included below, but reading the previous chapters may help. Also, in this chapter, I explore something that was recommended by a reviewer. ***** This is the continuing story of a cuckquean, my wife, Ann. She had been reading cuckold stories on line and decided that she was a cuckquean, a kind of female cuckold....
Copyright 2004-2011 All Rights Reserved [A Note to the reader. This is a horror story written from a Christian perspective. A Christian "world view" is present in the protagonist. If you are offended by characters who are truly dedicated Christians this is not the story for you. However, Christian or not, if you like horror stories you might like this one.]...
CHAPTER 1 Eddie Carter had been working for Gilmore Home Decorators in Crawley, England, for three weeks and during that time had been painting commercial premises - a paint store, gymnasium, bicycle shop and bakery. The Australian preferred painting homes where there was always the chance of the woman of the house providing coffee and freshly-buttered sco...
**Fear moves nations, but kindness moves hearts** (This is pretty much character conversation with some 'comforting' near the end; just warning you.) * Joe had picked us up and we were driving home. For the longest time no one spoke. Joe was never one to be gregarious with strangers, I was fucking tired and bleeding, and ... I don't know why Melinda held...