Part 1 =========== It's always nice to have a maid around the house. *** Well, today's was the day. I fucked the maid. It'd been coming for quite a while now. They say you should never sleep with the help, but this was inevitable. She wanted it. I wanted it. She got it. It all started about four months ago. I'd taken on a large number of projects - two...
Lora shivered in pleasure as she rolled through the pools of sunlight and shade. It was still early morning, and she had left when she had just to get as much time here as she could. Her father had left her the old cottage when he had passed away the year before and she hadn't had any time to actually come out since. She had had so much to take care of for h...
I want to start by thanking BlackRandi for giving me the opportunity to participate in the Magical Mystery Tour event and for editing my story for me. I just hope that this story is worthy of the work Randi put into correcting my many mistakes. This story has connections to three previous stories of mine. Two of them are pretty obvious, but the third not so...
The relationships we have are threads in a tapestry, each woven together to show the life we have lived and connections we have with one another. It's been a while since I've posted to this series, since some stories which were supposed to appear under this umbrella (Thank You, Janie and A D.Va, the Faire & a Waffle) were submitted as standalone series....
*Author's Note: Arena football is real. The Dallas Guardians are not. ****** "Please score. Please score. Please score," she said quietly. "Ain't happenin'. It's over. They lost," the man sitting next to her said. "There's three seconds left, and the way they're playin', there's no way they're gonna score." The man got up to leave, and in her heart of he...
*Author's note: Union is a fictitious town not too far south of Tulsa, Oklahoma; a town where football is king. All of the characters in this story speak with a soft, southern accent except for the boys, Bo and Chad, who are full-on southern. :-) ***** "Son, Union Electric is right proud to have you on our team," his new boss said as the room burst into ap...
I know now that not all stories have a happy ending. I wish mine did, but it doesn't and this is hard for me to put into words. It's been a year and five months since she has been gone. How do you really tell others of the desires of your heart, or the most intimate details of the life you had with someone? But the story must be put into words, for my own he...
Readers, be advised that there are no happy, willing cucks in this story (I can't stand that crap!). There's also no graphic sex in this one. I am not, nor have I ever been a lawyer, so please don't go into this expecting true-to-life courtroom drama! For anyone who's interested in the idea behind this story, please read the Author's Note at the end. Now, if...
Why am I here? What the hell am I doing? Those questions raced through Shelley's mind over and over. She came down the boarding ramp from the plane and stepped into the terminal at McCarron International Airport. Nervously, Shelley scanned the crowd that was heading towards baggage claim. He was there. Leaning against a pillar near Ben & Jerry's. Sh...
As usual I welcome constructive comments but if you are obsessed with punctuation and sentence structure this might not be for you. I write chiefly for my own pleasure and hope that some others will enjoy my efforts. Also, I'm neither a doctor or an engineer so my efforts in the parts of this story that encompass those fields of endeavor are probably not tec...