Tori Amos' "Silent All These Years." That was the last song I heard before I was placed in a psych ward. Most people referred to it as a "nuthouse" or a "loony bin." I thought that those terms were rather crude. Case Number 65-667-767. Max Alexander Colvin. Hospitalized three times for acute depression and suicidal thoughts. Suicide attempts were unsuccessf...
If you were to disappear, well, if you were to go away is probably a more appropriate term, would anyone miss you, would anyone care? What would happen if you decided to give up your life, to walk away from everything that you know, everyone you know and love, and become someone else, something else. In the case of Bob Gibson, that is exactly what he had to...
I told my li'l lady we'd have to rescue the princess later, switched off Super Mario, put on a shirt with a collar, gave the wife a fifty and unplugged myself from the famz. The sky'd turned orange and all the shadows were stretching. Now the black shapes on the ground pooled into night as I headed west in my work truck, chasing the last hour of sun. The f...
One of my father's crudest friends had a saying that he reserved for men he thought were losers with the women. He would say, "That guy couldn't get laid in a whore house with a pocket full of hundred dollar bills." I never thought about that much; I figured I was doing alright with the ladies until I turned forty. Then it dawned on me, I had never had one t...
All characters are above 18 and this is all original. If a character relates to anyone, it is all a coincidence. ***** The same day that they first met and had sex, Tori and her master rode in her master's car, although the two did not spend much time chatting. Tori, who had her legs opened up, felt a small leakage of semen escape from her pussy, running...
It all works out okay in the end, folks! I've been accused of typing this type of story with only one hand. Guilty as charged. It is a nasty stroke story which turns into something more. My idea of a good story is one which gets me off and brings a tear to my eye. I hope this works on both levels for you as well as it did for me. * He certainly wasn't expe...
Author’s note: Some asked for it. They got it. Hard and nasty, no holes barred. As always, comments are welcome, but don’t say you weren’t warned. This ain’t your granny’s love story! And if it is, I’d like to meet her! * * * * * I heard a knock on my kitchen door and looked out to see the lil slut from next door. She’s eighteen, blonde, skinny as a rail a...
(Note: this is an awkward call: one unwieldy piece, or four fairly short chapters? Please do try the whole thing rather than jumping straight to chapter 3, it makes far more sense that way. I hope you enjoy it. As always, my profound thanks to Lisa Jones for advice, encouragement and inspiration.) © 2013 Client 07c/1*. As with so many other sensual pleas...
I stood in the hall, trying to time my entry for maximum effect. As the guy rolled off my wife of 22 years, I carried the tray of bacon, eggs, toast, and coffee into the bedroom. It took a moment for Gwen's eyes to focus on me, and another second for her mind to realize the ramifications. I saw fear in her beautiful blue eyes. "Wow! I bet you guys are hung...
Chapter 2 I slept through the entire day, waking up now and again to cry softly then fall back into slumber. On the second day in my cave I finally roused myself up from hunger pains and the need to urinate badly. Once that was taken care of I went in search of breakfast; which turn out to be a rather small hare. It was pretty easy to kill it, as I just th...