'Half the Man'© and its associated chapters is a copyrighted production of Mostera1© Chapter 4 The bright noon sun glistened off the park's pond as softly quacking ducks congregated on the shore. Children laughed and played noisily under their parent's watchful eye. People from neighboring office buildings gathered on lush green lawns to enjoy the warm out...
Spring gave way to the summer. But some habits were hard to break. Dylan entered Darla's through the sliding glass doors and tip-toed over to the closet. He was surprised, however, to see the closet was not vacant. "Sorry, dude, no room," Buck laughed. "Aw, dude, we both need help," Dylan responded, urging Buck to move over. The two stood there in th...
Hello all, and thank you for reading. Even though it may ruffle some feathers, I've got to add a disclaimer: For those of you who have enjoyed the story, and are looking forward to the conclusion, read on. If you so far haven't enjoyed it, hate the characters, and think they're stupid, then stop reading now. I guarantee you won't like the ending. I do, but I...
Alexis and Dylan rode their bikes down the dirt desert city road, both unsure of exactly where their destination was but Dylan was sure that they would find it if they kept heading down that street. "You're sure it's on Alchemy?" Alexis yelled ahead of her to Dylan. She had read the address off the map before they left but nowadays with modern technology al...
I could feel his hot breath on my neck, teasing me in-between the nips he was leaving. My hand ran through his wavy brown hair, pulling him in demanding more. One hand was tangled in my hair, stopping the harsh brick from hurting me; the other hand brushed over my thigh as he held my leg up over his hip. He pulled back his deep brown orbs meeting my jade gr...
Friday evening, Ben and Gabrielle sat at the kitchen table, waiting for their guest to arrive. They tried to remain patient as the seconds slowly ticked by. Gaby wore a pink halter top, a short, black denim skirt, and black, calf-high leather boots. Ben wore blue jeans, a t-shirt, and socks. Gaby had decided against wearing a bra -- one less thing to take o...
The New Build. My wife Sue and I have been married for almost 30 years. We have lived in our home and neighborhood for over 17 years. It is our third home since we were first married. The modest house has about 2500sq feet of living space and it has all the amenities that we looked for when we purchased. A two-car garage, a yard big enough for us to put in...
(A Dylan James Story) Dylan pulled his big F150 pickup into the empty parking spot in front of the small city park in Ojai. He had just driven up from LA by the back route coming through Moorpark, Fillmore and Santa Paula on his way to join up with the 101 just south of Santa Barbara. It was one of his favorite drives and always relaxed him as he left the h...
As with the second chapter, this third installment into the missions of the Temporal Management Agency's most unusual agent is more story than sex. But I hope you will still enjoy. *** This is the night, Dylan thought as he moved through the crowd in the ballroom. Every step he made was deliberate, calculated to keep him within range of his charge. The wei...
Mari Bruiser came to an abrupt stop and Mari took her chance to crouch over and take big breaths. She glanced down at her watch and cracked a small smile. Her pace was still improving. She shifted her weight on her knees and winced slightly when she balanced on her left leg. It had been two months since she was cleared to return to duty, but she hadn't. Ins...