Young Terrill (Mac) McLaren pulled his old truck to the side of the new interstate highway and looked over the dry dusty valley. There was a small town nestling beside a small stream in its center. He saw the exit ahead that he would take to wend his way down into the town. He was returning to his childhood home after an absence of nearly five years. He had...
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I was honored to be asked to participate in "Wine and Old Lace." I've never done historical or romance before, so this was quite a challenge. I hope I've earned another ask sometime in the future. It was just supposed to be a summer job, a way to put some money in Stevie Tanner's pocket to take to his freshman year of college in the fall. His best friend, R...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
Bill finished the last line, checked the spelling, then hit the submit button. This was the first erotic story Bill had ever written. Turning off the computer, Bill stood up and walked into his bedroom. Jenny his wife was already asleep. Bill quietly watched her breasts rise and fall with each breath. Bill knew he was lucky, taking note of Jenny's nipples ou...
It's not just about the sex. Part Three: Passion, Pain, and Retribution Cleo's words echoed in my mind: "Even your own mother wouldn't recognize you when you're all dolled up. Trust me." She wasn't kidding, I thought, staring at my reflection that Wednesday evening. I barely even recognize myself! Cleo had shown me how to apply my new makeup, which resul...
(1) Suzy rang the doorbell and glanced at her watch. 11:58AM. She was used to Professor Williams taking a while to answer the door: He was, after all, nearly 70. After a minute or so, she heard the snick of the latch and the door swung open. "Ah! Do come in, my dear." The professor said, stepping back slightly and gesturing with his free hand. Suzy brushed...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes, I need an editor. No, I do not want an editor. If this bothers you that much, quit reading. Yes, there's too many people to keep track of, yes it jumps around too much, yes it's too long, yes it's too short, yes it's in the wrong categor...
I was shaking with fear; my mind was running through the possibilities and all of them sucked. I was having a hard time coming up with one that didn't end in my death, the death of my family, even my Pack. The Cartel was known for its brutal methods, they wouldn't stop at just me. They would kill everyone I loved in front of me first. Then there was the CIA...