(A story by Bros. Grimm, slightly altered by Gatorman) I know . . . You've already heard the story of Little Red Riding-hood, when you were a little boy or girl yourself. Only remember: THAT story was translated to English from the German story compiled by the Brothers Grimm, along with a LOT of other similar German "Fairy Tales." When they compiled t...
To really understand the secrets, you've got to understand the background, so bear with me as I recount the family history before I get to the family secrets. Dad passed away years ago, killed while working on a construction job. He was literally hit by a ton of bricks that were dropped by a drunken crane operator. Mom got all of the Worker's Compensation b...
* * * * * (This story is read by Bamagirl (Deb), Thanks Deb) Click Here to listen to Bamagirl read the story. (20 min/RealMedia) You need the free Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * They run through the cornfields darting and sprinting. Dodging each other's grabs and playful slaps. Sue Ann, "Squealed," as Luke grazed her arm with a diving gras...
Waking up sometime later and remembering everything Grandma told me I was still exhausted and overwhelmed as I made my way into shower and dress. I opted for basic day wear clothing donning jeans and a light pink sweatshirt over my matching beige panty and bra, wearing no hosiery or socks as I slid into some straw colored canvas espadrilles giving me a littl...
I was twenty-eight when my Grandma Pearl passed away. I still remember every moment of that call. I knew immediately it was bad news. My great Aunt Mary didn’t make many phone calls. “Emily, are you sitting down?” Aunt Mary said. “I don’t know how to tell you this. It’s your Grandma Pearl. She died today.” I didn’t cry then, or at the funeral, or even in...
Chapter 9. Sitting across from Violet and taking the first bite of some apple pie, Tom looked at his grandma, who sat at the head of their round 4 person table and to Tom's left, and asked, "Where is Grandpa today, I haven't seen him, but then again, I was gone kind of suddenly this morning, but even then I didn't see his truck. "He had to work today, but...
I hadn't seen Mordecai Kilgrave in a week, he had been avoiding me after we last talked. It was Saturday, and I was over his house. We had been friends since college, where we both minored in History. He was a tall, thin man. His hair was raven black, his skin pale and eyes dark. He always wore fitted shirts and vests that accentuated his build. He was a nat...
"No, not tonight, honey, I'm tired." I gave a slight groan. It had been a while since my wife and I had made love. A long fucking while. It was amazing to me how fast lingerie and wild sex had turned into sweatpants and laundry night after we tied the knot. I didn't remember that little clause being in our vows. Now, it wasn't that I didn't appreciate what...
Thank you to my editors LadyCibelle and Techsan for making this story a much better read. * I was sitting there in the restaurant in the quaint small town where I used to live. They had one of those tabletop jukeboxes and I was looking through the song titles. I remembered how so many songs seemed to be a pathway for me. I slipped in a few coins and pushed...
Welcome one and all to my second story, the sequel to "Is Love All or Nothing?" For those of you who have ready my previous story you know what to expect. To the readers giving me a chance for the first time, you can go back and read my first story or just start with this one as I will mostly explain the important things from my first story that will impact...