Ada sighed, leaned her head back, and kissed the automobile manufacturer James Shaffer deeply on the lips and then turned back and watched Shaffer watching her in the mirror. Shaffer, naked, was sitting on a velvet-upholstered boudoir chair closely facing a wide, full-length mirror. They were in the master bedroom of the Highland Park lakeside mansion of J...
The Beginning Chapter One, The Funeral The dark skies that had been threatening all morning let loose with a sudden downpour just as Lucy and her mom got into Aunt Brenda's Malibu. "Perfect weather for a funeral," thought Lucy, as she slouched into the back seat behind her aunt. Thinking back at the words the preacher had said about her dead father, tear...
So, You're Gonna Fuckin Die: A Self-Help Manual Andrew J. Kolesar, N.A.M.D. Copyright © - 12-17-2001 After hearing that my ex-wife was dying of cancer (which was a lie of course) I was encouraged to write a self-help manual. * * * * * Do you smell that putrid stench of something rotting? Does it seem like you're the only one who can smell it? Does it f...
Holy crap, my 100th story published on this site. This is one I've had like 90% complete for a year or more, I have no idea. Loads of silly sci-fi rules - in fact, I try to poke fun of that fact. I thought it was perhaps too absurd to finish and publish, but after looking back and seeing how well-liked the first three chapters were, along with the requests,...
I had only been back in the war zone for 3 weeks when we had a very bad day. I had just returned from going home for my grandfather's funeral. My name is John Angus O'Connor. My father is John Adam O'Connor. His father was John August O'Connor. The Army thinks I am John Cooper; he was one of the other six in my squad. I am an Army dog handler, the dogs in o...
("Coffin Candy" is yet another true episode in the sexual story of my life. I am purging my soul. Telling of my past "sins" is part of my repentance.) My girlfriends and I attended some wild and crazy parties during our college days. The various fraternities usually put on the best bashes, with plenty of free booze and kinky sex. But the sex eventually got...
Please see "All Class Reunion" in the Loving Wives category for the first part of this story. The funeral home was quiet. The only sound was the soft music playing through unseen speakers. It was a typical funeral home atmosphere. Overdone with velvet and gold paint. It was cool inside but the air conditioning could not eliminate a damp and musty smell. I...
Sam and Spencer reached Washington D.C. in the early hours of the morning. Having to wait for visiting hours to visit Doug Wiltkins the two decided on some much needed sleep. After a few hours of rest they traveled to D.C. General and are taken to Wiltkins' room. His wife Crystal Wiltkins is there by his side and when the two enter she gets up and greets the...
The following story is written expressly for Anne and other 60 something silver haired beauties who fantasize about spreading their legs for a twenty something stud. * Laura Jane Hudson sat in the far back seat of the family limousine on their way back from the funeral of her husband of 41 years. She twisted her fingers in her shoulder length, silver grey...
It had been a year, a year since the death of your beloved Great Aunt Rachel. She had passed away quietly in her sleep and the funeral was beautiful. You had watched the memorial proceedings with tears in your eyes as you remembered the times you spent with her during the summer in her house just outside of her hometown. She never had children of her own, so...