This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Feedback and comments to the email address in my profile. Gordon was seated at his desk deeply involved in the analysis of several stocks displayed on his computer screen. His pager beeped and he gla...
Fletcher had a lot on his mind as he curled up in the bed that rested along the wall of the small bedroom sandwiched between the laundry room and the library. He'd been sleeping downstairs for nearly two years; ever since his wife died. He lay there on his side in the half light coming from the kitchen. Beside his end table was a picture he and his wife ha...
Two days had gone by and I hadn't heard from Carol. Stupid me, I had forgotten to get her phone number. The day had not been too bad except for the rain. It had been raining heavy all day and with the coming of night, it seemed to get even worse. It was 7:30 when my doorbell rang. I opened the door and a woman stood on my steps. The rain hat she had pulled d...
Florence Faivre was in the makeup trailer and she wanted to get home as soon as possible. She had just shot a fight scene for Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. where she fought Chloe Bennet. They were done filming for the day and she wanted to get home. The reason was simple she couldn't explain why but the moment that the director had said action and they started the...
Please remember this is a copyrighted work and all legal disclaimers apply. I continue to work on my grammar. There are some errors and I do care. Thank you for your comments. The plot of this story is compound yet it is tied loosely to "Watching Jenna". "Watching Jenna III & IV" are underway. * Scene Six I had left our rock group with no anxiety or...
Tuesday morning arrived more or less, as it always did, but unfortunately for the pack, there were a couple of minor exceptions. The first of them was seemingly minor; Florence's car was in the compound. This was unexpected, because no one had thought to see her this morning; everyone had assumed that she might be in later in the day. The pack had been rooti...
All of us become who we are because of what we remember-memories swirling around us... into us, creating our reality and driving us on. ***** Once again she wondered why she had been putting this off. Sure, her life was stressful and her job overwhelming, but she'd sought both of them... hadn't she? So why had it been such a long time since she'd given i...
Sebastien Renard looked at himself in the mirror. A tall, ruggedly handsome, big and bulky young Black man looked back at him. He smiled to himself. He looked really good in a red silk shirt and Black silk pants. He was getting ready for church. His grandmother Cecilia was already waiting. Although they lived exactly three hundred meters from the Catholic Ch...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** ================== NOTE: All character herein that partake in sexual acts are aged eighteen or older. ================== Adam wasn't at all that happy. If all the places he wanted to be, where he was right now wasn't one of them. He'd rather stay at home to play games, 'hang'...
Highland Games (Part 3) ----------- Saturday, 19 September ----------- Edward walked back and forth examining himself in the mirror, feeling the rough, thick material of his brand-new kilt brush against the sensitive head of his cock. Although it came down to below his knees, it just didn't feel right. Surely it wasn't decent. He just felt too exposed....