Originally posted as 'War:A Love Story' but deleted * "Will there be a war, Herr Strasser?" The room was in shadow, the electric lights had been dowsed and heavy drapes had been drawn across the windows to block out the early evening sunshine of midsummer. On one side of the room atop a small dais stood a slender young woman, her beautiful face framed by...
Thank you to 'LadyCibelle' and Techsan' for their editing of my story. They are two of the best. If you find any errors I probably made them after the editing was finished. Chapter 1 My friend and I: My friend Esau and I have been friends since high school. We played sports together. Neither of us won any scholarships so we didn't go to college. We both g...
Notes from the storyteller: Hi, Folks. I have been an avid fan of this site for about 12 years but this is my first endeavor at writing anything. So, first, as you will readily see, I really need an editor. Any volunteers our there?? Now, only time will tell if I can ever be able to call you readers fans, friends, or any other term of endearment, but I sure...
My thanks go to LadyCibelle and my friend SH for proofreading and editing this tale of woe. Not that it will be perfect; I fiddle about with tales far too much for that to happen. As is usual after posting my shorter stories, I'm continually receiving requests from readers wanting to know more about the characters in the tale and what happened to them late...
Talk about crying in your beer! He was, literally. He was on his fourth or fifth when I got there, something came[snigger]up and I was running a little late. Sliding onto the stool beside him, I pointed at him, and soon yet another beer was in front of him. I had a boilermaker, it was miserable outside, sleeting sideways under a stiff wind. It felt like gra...
Chapter 11- The Realignment Following that morning, things got busy in a hurry. Both houses were put on the market during the next week. Jim and Paula sorted through their things and made two piles; one a "go" pile, the other a "store" pile. Rod and Wendy did the same except Rod's go pile was very much smaller. They agreed to get one large storage room for...
As I rode my young fuck buddy, each minute we moaned, swore, and profusely sweat more. I had my thighs clamped to his sides while he massaged one of my tits with one hand and tried his best to finger my clit with the other. As his girthy cock reciprocated in my little cunt, made even tighter by the butt plug up my ass, increasingly intense pulses were being...
Author's Foreword: Those who skim LW submissions in private searching for ... the usual... might do well to pass on this one. Lots of thinking and psychology will be found here - not to mention big words and big ideas. Thanks for the excellent private feed back. One other thing: each submission takes me approximately 4 or 5 hours of my time and after my writ...
Mark spent the next year traveling. He would spend a week or so, maybe more in a city. Tiring of motels and hotels he finally purchased a large RV, a class "A" model and used it as his mobile domicile. He would drive to a new city, find a good RV park, rent a car and then explore. He visited museums and parks. He attended ball games of every sort. Profession...
The Warren Files 01: Jim and Donna The following was inspired by Castlemania's 2016 four-part series, "What the...?" in which the husband was cuckolded by a wife who had sex with co-workers who threatened to extort him if he rocked the boat. The initial premise remains the same, but the characters have been changed. This story is a spin-off of my "Re...