Maddy Was Different - Part 2 - A Journey to the Redwoods Chapter 4 - A Date with Chris Returning from the Yosemite climbing trip, we were across the central valley and on the last lap to school when she stirred and looked out. "Hmm. You let me sleep too long. I'll drive." "I'm fine. Relax. Another hour will do it." She gnawed at the knuckles of my hand....
All characters are over 18 years old. Any similarity between the characters in this story to real persons, either alive or dead, is purely coincidental. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION PEOPLE!! Comments are always welcome, but if you don't like something, at least tell me what the problem is. Those "If it doesn't get better, you will lose a reader!" comments don...
This is chapter 1 of a new series. It'll be a long one (18 chapters written so far), and at times it's more of a series of individual stories with ongoing characters. Read one or read them all. It's a spin-off from my Tucker's Studio stories. I enjoyed writing that series the most when the little redheaded porn star Kelsey was involved. A reader suggested...
Stopping at the top of the last flight of stairs, Tate Caldwell paused to catch his breath. Having dragged his heavy suitcase behind him up three flights of stairs, with his so-called light weight lap top -- now feeling more like a two hundred pound anvil slung over his aching back -- he wondered as he finally made it to the fourth floor, why his brother and...
Day 3 The first thing that happened the next morning was a phone call from Reverend Pendleton. Actually, to be proper, the first thing that happened that morning was that they woke up. Jon was quite happy to do so: he had remembered to turn the alarm off this time, so there was no jolting and wailing and gnashing of teeth. Instead, he swam up from drowsine...
If you have read any of my work you know that they don't contain graphic sex scenes. This story is no exception. This story is also longer than my normal postings and I thought about breaking it into chapters. I decided not to because I believe the flow would have been interrupted. So here it is in one large bite. Constructive comments are welcome and app...
With cotton gloves on her hands, Shawn solemnly laid the items on the wobbly wooden table: a dusty old book, and a beautiful silver knife. I eyed them suspiciously. Where did she find this stuff? Her job at the history museum led her down some weird paths. Not to mention her obsession with the occult. I cut my eyes to Shawn, who was wandering the small, dust...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. The title of this story comes from 'Rain On The Roof' which is one of my all-time favorite Beatles tunes and can be fou...
Chili met Grace during his last semester of college at a university in Maryland, a couple months before he would graduate in the spring of 1978. He met her at his dorm, or 'mod' as it was called, which was pretty much known as party central around the complex. It was a very modern dormitory for its time: it was co-ed and consisted of apartments housing four...
Content Warning -- This chapter could have been published under the category Erotic Couplings or even Romance; however, I put it in Loving Wifes because this section is a prelude to chapters that are definitely in that category. I'd rather not have anyone begin this piece and then complain. In case you are new to the Loving Wifes category, it is not about ro...