This is it! Dawn comes up with some pretty crazy stuff for the New Year's Eve party. This is a 4 part chapter, read them in order! I hope you have read all the chapters of this series, parts of some of them are drawn together here, but you can read without having read all of them. Life after the Lottery Ch. 17, Part 1 The New Year's Eve Party – It's Finall...
Author's Note: Second set of chapters, best if read after Part I *** Chapter 5 Away Game Jill drove around to drop off Sally, Allison, and Marybeth. The car was silent, save Ashley's occasional sniffle. She had tried at first to stoically hide her pain, emotional and physical. But, her damaged face started to smart and welt up and the embarrassment of he...
This is a shoutout to the folks who say that I can't write a classic "loving wives" story. It also lets me reintroduce some characters from another one of my stories. They were characters who I especially liked and didn't want to lose touch with. Also, you might guess the place where my fictional hero works. So I want to state categorically that, "Even thoug...
©Copyright2018 Old Brigantine This is only my second story ever written since 80's Freshman-Comp. I'm an Engineer so I tend to get techno detailed and opinionated, hope it does not distract from the story, too much. Some of the items in the story are real, some embellished, and some fantasies. This story is a romantic wish. If you seek lurid sex then this s...
It's just nobody knows honey where love goes But when it goes, it's gone, gone When you're alone, you're alone ...when you're alone, you ain't nothing but alone CHAPTER 7: Saturday Night Fevers Jennifer was on her knees. In her hand was a very large cock. It belonged to a stunningly handsome man, sitting naked on a couch. "Oh James," she said, staring at...
I struggled which category to put this one because it doesn't fit most of them well. I went with Novels and Novellas because it's about 22K words ... hopefully no one will feel cheated because it's too short. Feedback is always welcome though if you hate it, please tell me why it's no good. That's the only way I'll learn. Thanks! I guess I should have seen...
This is a story of fiction. Any similarity to persons alive or dead and to institutions is coincidental. My thanks to Erik Thread for his invaluable advice. * CHAPTER ONE Many people had heard of Toni Berwick. She was the new sensation of the Ballet, a young dancer in the classic mode who was thrilling the critics with her poise and skills. Even I had h...
This is a sideline from the Live from the Game universe. I quite like the concept of the little cheaters support group, and I wanted to flesh it out a bit. Don't worry, Ryan is going to get one more story, which I've got sketched out now. In the meantime, here, enjoy this. There's no real point to it – no real conclusion. It's just background to who the w...
This is not my usual kind of story. My dear friend Flubber and I have collaborated to create the tale of a thirty-something female archaeologist, and her adventures on an expedition to Egypt. This story is exactly that, a story, a novella. It contains some very embarrassing nudity and a bit of masturbation, as well as a little girl-girl kissing. But there...
The very first part of this actually happened: a long line in a college-town mens' room in the Rocky Mountains, with two drunk chicks standing beside the urinal gazing wastedly at all the guys peeing. It seemed odd, but I peed anyway; they just watched in dull silence. That, and the bit where the newspaper guy does the interview over coffee; that sort of hap...