Disclaimer: I do not own Captain America 2 or anything to do with Marvel. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Sharon Carter's dirty little secret was she loved to cook. Well, that and the whole gay thing, but she hadn't been hiding that so much as implying her own don't ask don't tell policy, as in if nobody asked she wouldn't te...
The early nineties was an interesting time for me. As an avid role playing game player, I was accustomed to a hobby dominated by boys and men. At 23, I was out of school and on my way in a new career. But then two things combined to bring a significant change for the time. First, the Goth culture had grown significantly in the United States, even if many peo...
Chapter 3: College Life- Mason Riley By the middle of the semester, Dylan and I made a regular habit of getting together. Marcus was still his roommate, but most of the time, we had the room to ourselves-- Marcus was spending most of his time with his new, asexual, (aka, boring) girlfriend at her dorm. While I couldn't help but wonder what Marcus would find...
Wildwood, Pennsylvania. Somewhere in the Poconos. Middle of nowhere. "Elliot's mom is hot as fuck." Nineteen year old Brian Hancock stares at his friend Elliot Needy's mother, as she runs on her outdoor treadmill. Her beauty even under duress had a lot to offer the eye. It would be difficult for any man to not maintain a steady gaze at Margo Needy. The woma...
This one is for the April Fools Day Story Contest, as well as being my 100th submission. So, your votes and feedback would be much appreciated. Hope you enjoy this fun little tale. April is one of those months that makes you feel like you can never make any plans, since the weather could be anywhere from freezing your ass off cold, to boiling your nuts in o...
A Big Thank you to LadyCibelle and Techsan for their editing prowess in making this story a better read. * * * * * Chapter 1 I was a private investigator. I've had my own agency for the last twelve years. I started out as a police office and let them teach me the ropes. Then after a couple of years I decided to become my own boss. I usually only took one...
[Some of you have never known a man like Tank. I had the privilege. Perhaps this story of fiction mixed with events and feelings quite real will give you a glimpse into what Tank meant to me. I'm putting the story in Romance because from 1968 on it really was love.] * Weather.com gave me the bad news. The drive to Tank's funeral wasn't going to be fun. The...
I dribbled, keeping one eye on the defender, shielding the ball with my body, looking for one of the other players to come open in the middle. But there was someone in the lane every time one of them made a cut, and the shot clock was winding down. Time to make something happen. I focused on my defender, saw his eyes watching me. I feinted to the right; he...
This is my first attempt at story writing - any comments feedback are appreciated. ***** Like many of the people who read these letters, I have lived with the desire to see my wife make love to another man. The thought of seeing her give herself to another really makes me hard and while we have toyed a bit with the idea of it in our lovemaking, I have neve...
My name is James MacAndrew, know familiarly as Mack. For those who have read my chronicle of my wife's year and one-half affair with Frank Jackson [Sandy and Frank, Chapters 1 – 21], you know my biographical information, but for those who have not, I will repeat it here. I'm about 6 feet or a little less, depending on who's measuring. I'm about 180 pounds an...