**I mention a couple of old books in this chapter. As much as I tend to go for facts, I'm playing a little fast and loose with the dates of their publication. An English translation of one of them might have been available in Europe at the time that this tale is set. It's anybody's guess whether a copy might have made its way to New Mexico by then to land in...
Along with Elsbeth, Amy spent the evening and the next morning in preparation for Judge Blake's arrival. With the measurements that she'd taken, Arn had a decent shirt and a pair of pants which fit -- more or less - to begin with, but Elsbeth had proven to be a very handy and knowledgeable seamstress in her way, so Amy was pleased with how he looked. Elsbeth...
Barbara Lovett could hardly fathom what was going on in her surroundings. It registered with her that her teenaged daughter, Linda was sitting by her at the kitchen table crying. Opposite from Barbara, at the table sat her husband, Richard; he was still talking, but, Barbara had stopped listening to him. Instead she continued to replay the words that had rec...
"I still can't believe you're showing your face here, Brown," Dave Pohl snickered as I came in and sat down at the table I would hate forever. He, of all people, knew what had happened on it earlier. "You've had a hard night. Can you even afford to be here?" He was talking tough, but it'd been a different story just a minute ago. When he first opened the ho...
CHAPTER 1 I am an extreme lifestyle cuckold. My wife Lucy has a regular black lover, and regularly parties with others, at home an at the club. All her friends do too. We don't have time for a life outside cuckolding, except I go to work to pay the bills during the weekdays. I never make love to my wife. In fact she never touches me in a sexual way at all....
This is my first normal 'boy meets girl' story, and it's a bit dark. It takes some time to get to the sex but please bear with me. ***** I still can't remember when it began... My last normal memory was a slow drive north to visit my old friend Steve who had invited me for a weekend shooting in the country. Both old army buddies (we went through basic tra...
5:15 a.m. I heard the alarm going off for the second time. I rolled over in bed hitting the snooze alarm turning it off. It was 5:15 a.m. I could hear the shower running and smiled as I did so, my hand already reaching down to say good morning to my dick, which was all nice and hard just like it usually was when I woke up. I wondered briefly as I fondled m...
This story is specially dedicated to a new and dear friend, for being a constant source of inspiration. BIG SMOOCHES FOR YOU! ***** “Bouncing Betty” Rogers was the rather demeaning nickname I’ve been trying to overcome since college. It’s been over twenty-five years since under-the-bleacher-blowjobs, wet T-shirt contests and naked table dancing at frat hou...
The Party Author's note: From time to time I entertain ideas or suggestions from some of my readers and fans. A while back, I was approached by a couple who had attended a rather wild party. They asked if I couldn't put into words for them, some of the things they did and experienced. As they have also asked to remain anonymous, I will honor that request. T...
This is probably the darkest of the One Week Chronicles story - Part 2 certainly is! - but I enjoy trying to find new ways to write and explore characters. I'll be very interested to know your thoughts on this one as it's probably the furthest from me, but was still huge fun to explore. As ever, it slots perfectly into the timeline and happens before the v...