I stood staring at the casket being lowered into the ground. I could hear the quiet roar of traffic and muted conversation in the background as the friends and family left my wife's graveside services. My children Alexander age 21 and Chelsea age 20 stood on each side of me. We were wrapped in each other's arms and in our sorrow. I felt them shaking as they...
Welcome back readers, thanks for coming on this journey with me. I know it's been a while, but life has been, well interesting of late. By my count this is the 17th chapter in what was supposed to be a three or four chapter story, and it's still not quite done. Well, the second part isn't done, obviously since these last few chapters were originally epilogue...
Revenge! Or I Never Wanted This, but... Wow! By Mistress Tawny Suede ***** Chapter 1 Bobby Bradley knelt by the side of the road. He was mildly drunk and high from the first joint he had ever smoked. The cop leaned back against Elizabeth's sports car and took firm hold of Bobby's head. Bobby was afraid his blonde wig would come loose so he let his head...
Part 11: Nineteenth Nervous Breakdown At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't alread...
copyright ©2009 by A_Satori. All rights reserved. [Author's note: This is a story based on the excellent series of stories by Charles Petersunn: Jasons and the Johnsons, Jason and Mrs. Johnson, and, Jason Comes to the Back Door. Since what follows is a sequel story, it's suggested that those three stories (at least Back Door) be read prior to reading t...
All characters are fictional, and over the age of 18. Thanks for reading. Please give me a rating, and drop me a comment, if you like. I welcome your feedback. I walked in the front door of the office. It was a pretty full house, today. The training sign in sheet was more than half full, already, and it was still quite early. As was my habit, I scanned...
I would personally like to thank the hundreds of readers who write constantly, expressing their enthusiasm for my stories. For the many readers who say that my stories fill a vast void on this site of the countless ones lacking "heat" or content that builds and builds I say 'thank you. Please be advised that even though there are great differences in the age...
Author's note: Though this story is part of a series devoted to my wife, **This is a stand-alone story** and is the first half of an epic tale. My wife wrote the portion about the Statue Room, which was very eye-opening for me and added a whole new paradigm to our sex life IRL. She also described each of the participants in Room VI per her real-life fantasi...
Next-Door Neighbor's Aggressive Learning Noon on Saturday. Jeff was far back under his house, in the unlit, tight, low crawl-space. He'd been there all day yesterday, and all morning today, replacing the electric water heater. He had taken Friday off and burnt it up getting started: he wanted the whole job finished by Sunday evening. The upside was that...
Hi, Thanks for all of the great responses to last week's story. It was as much fun to write as most of you seemed to think it was to read. And like a lot of you I still have that song in my head. This week I wanted to do something a little bit different for me. No gimmicks, just a story driven by the characters, and a question. I hope it's not too boring, bu...