Hello, just to let you know there is no graphic sex in this story, sorry. Suggest you find another author for that. Constructive critiques and comments about the story are very welcome and appreciated. Thanks for reading my story. Please enjoy. This story was inspired by the 1953 country song, "DEAR JOHN" first recorded by Ferlin Huskey, then later by Skeet...
Christmas. It's the most wonderful time of the year. Those are the words of the song, right? Not when you're alone, it isn't. I can speak from bitter experience of thirteen Christmas Eves past. It's the most lonely night of the calendar, in my view. I hated Christmas Eve because of the loneliness. The emptiness and longing to be ... not alone. So, finally...
Thanks to jo for the wonderful editing and helpful suggestions. ******** I'm not a wimp. I may be a fool but I'm not a wimp. What happened to me shouldn't happen to my worst enemy. Right now I'm sitting with my head in my hands wondering just how in the hell I got to where I am. I have been royally fucked and to some it looks like I asked for it or at l...
"How are you doing lately, Ty?" Vicki asked her ex, as she picked up Trevor from his place. Her son was busy gathering his stuff, so they had a private moment that allowed for candid discussion. She was sincerely concerned, as it had been more than three months since Dinah's demise and Ty still seemed to keep to himself. Vicki knew that grief was never easy...
This story is based on personal experience. Big Cock Fantasy readers will have met Gaynor - but not like this! As always, I hope you have a stimulating read and thanks to those who are riding all the way to the terminus. It's some distance off. Nice to have company. Comments are appreciated. ~~~~~~~ NOW I COULD have cried, or at least roared out in pain...
The sky was just beginning to darken when Kimi's brother left the convenience store, a can of Pepsi in one hand and a taquito in the other. Munching as he walked, he headed along the rural road that would take him take him back to the reservation. Void of any streetlights, there was only the murky blue light of dusk to illuminate his way, but instead of qu...
Corporal Jason Gray was completely fubar'ed. He tried to think of a time in his life when he'd been more comprehensibly fucked and nothing came close, not even when those bastard lawyers had gleefully picked through the carcass of his failed marriage. He lost his balance and stumbled forwards onto his knees. His captors giggled and yanked the chain binding...
This idyll of blissful servitude came to a violent end early one cool morning in January. That night, I had been fortunate enough to be the slave girl selected by the master to serve his pleasure. As usual, he had put me to a variety of the specialized uses to which a slave such as I must be accustomed, finally cuffing my wrists to my ankles and taking me f...
Introduction. The ways of the Official are many, varied, and often formal. That their methods and phrases - often arcane or even quaint to the modern ear - are accepted goes without saying. In dealing with an 'Official' you have to listen very carefully; often to long sentences and unfamiliar words that almost borders on 'legalese' or 'jargon'. We seem to...
I was just numb. That's the best word to describe my state. I ran after Jonathan and he ignored every word. He walked to his car, took one last look at me, shook his head sorrowfully and drove away. I stood watching him go. I was still stood there twenty minutes later, just staring. The sheer enormity of it all came crashing down on me and I cried. I cried a...