This is a work of fiction. All characters and incidents portrayed and names within are fictitious and any similarity to the name, character or history of any person is entirely coincidental. All places mentioned are only used to provide a framework, not to imply anything in this story actually occurred in those places. Although everyone is a fiction of our i...
Year One Gerald Murphy was screwed and he knew it. He preferred to be called Gerald but for some reason, most people including his now ex-wife and former boss called him Jerry. He went with the flow but it still rankled him sometimes. But what people called him was the least of his worries. His primary concern was what a 35 year old man was going to do afte...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the characters, comic books, franchises, places etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in...
Five o'clock. Finally - she had begun to think the day was going to last forever. With several quick keystrokes Valerie signed off on the computer on her desk. As the machine powered itself down and the soft hum of the processor seized, the phone rang. She glared at it. It was five o'clock on a Friday afternoon, for crying out loud! What was so urgent that i...
After my wild night with the four women, there were sudden voices to go with the morning sun. "Wake up, lazy ones. This place smells like a bordello. And look, Selma, there is used twine on the floor. My god, he is into bondage with them." The two morning runners were hot and sweaty, but we pulled them to the bed and stripped off the running outfits despit...
Chapter 2 A classical evening I was sitting in my easy chair smoking a Cuban cigar and drinking French brandy. The articles in the Picayune were boring and I had no book to command my interest. Idly I opened a drawer and drew out a pack of French postcards. The pictures on them were ones I had seen too many times and they no longer excited me. I tapped th...
Early in the morning of August 21, 1863 William Clarke Quantrell and his band of Missouri ruffians sacked and burned the city of Lawrence, Kansas and changed my life forever. Amost all of the city was destroyed including the Lawrence Journal newspaper, where I worked, and the Eldridge House Hotel, where I lived. Fortunately I was in Topeka on that day, cover...
This is an adult sex story. All the characters are of the age of consent or far over it! Any children named or mentioned are not involved in anything sexual. This story follows "I'm Running on Empty Chapter Two." This is the story of how I spent my time starting that first week of the month of April and what my penis was doing too. Enjoy and thanks for...
Chapter Nineteen "How fast are we going?" Rockie squealed. Glancing at the speedometer, JR responded, "About one hundred and two miles per hour." "It feels faster," she said. "This is exciting." "Compared to the rest of our boring morning?" he said with a grin. "That wasn't exciting. That was the most terrifying experience of my life. I thought tha...
Authors note There seem to be a lot of Wild West stories floating around ... this one is a romantic fantasy, with an oddly singular and tongue in cheek look to a version of the Wild West. Enjoy. ***** Chapter 1 Caroline Bagshaw rested her head on the leather-covered steering wheel and wept. Her dream life, apparently so perfect two years previously, with...