Chapter 2—A Tangling of Vines "Good grief!" Alvin exclaimed, glancing at the breakfast menu. "Did you see the prices? I thought we were eating breakfast, for crissake, not buying a car." "Another of the joys of New York City," Frank agreed. "I'm having a couple of eggs over easy with the trimmings. I'm hoping it'll last me until dinner. I just had a sandwi...
The following story is dedicated to Lisa, who encouraged me to submit this story for you to read. ***** I had always considered myself a rather macho type man. I'm 45 years old, weigh 225 pounds. I'm 6' tall, and in good shape, not overly muscular, but well toned. My profession requires that I maintain myself in good physical shape. I've got naturally curl...
She wasn't thinking about what she was doing. She was absorbing the experience in almost a daze. But at the same time, there was nothing vague or small about what she was feeling. It was animalistic. Invigorating. Like a little adrenaline mixed with a runner's high poured over a molten bed of lust. Her eyes were fixed on her cock as it drove relentlessly i...
Author's note: This story uses the same characters found in 'The Interview'. I think this story stands by itself, but if the reader wishes to read the other story, by all means, please do. Also, thanks to Carillon for your editing help. Thanks, and enjoy. * Gloria Walker walked into her office on a Thursday morning, and hung her coat up on the rack. M...
Dear Readers: This story is my latest fantasy fueled by recent events and is in no way intended to minimize or be disrespectful to those who are suffering a great loss. As always, thank you for your continued support and kind emails and comments ... you're the Best! YogaKay XOXO * Hurricane Harvey was expected to make landfall at six p.m. and Corpus Chri...
The office environment could be a stressful one. This wasn't exactly the boiler room, so to speak, but this office handed out complimentary stress balls with the company logo on them when they knew they'd be entering crunch time. Perhaps they wouldn't have needed to if they hadn't shed fifteen 'redundant' staff members last month. Holly had maintained her p...
Author's note: "The Brass Statuettes" is a sequel to a short story that I wrote some time ago, "The Saga of Trudy and Frank". You can read and enjoy this story without having read the forerunner. If you do you'll understand this one much better. ************* Prologue man reaches out, grasping the final, sharp-cornered stone with bleeding hands and finge...
If you read stories to escape the real world, you best leave now. This one is a bit dark, but not what you'd expect. It's intended to make you think. Hold on, some of the slower anons are googling 'what is think'. In the words of the late Glenn Frey, about supposed experts, "If you're getting bad reviews, you're doing something right." This story depicts s...
Chapter 4: Changes and Solutions When Katie and Anthony went down to the kitchen to fix breakfast for themselves Monday morning they found Gloria sitting at the kitchen table, typing away at her laptop with cell phone at hand, already apparently working. "Good morning, Mother," said Anthony blearily. He was barely awake. "You're up early." "I've been up s...
Thanks again to Gary13, his suggestions and editing making for a better story once again. * I awoke the following morning to the realization that it was much later than normal. Although the curtains were closed, the sun penetrating around the edges told me it was well past the time when I normally wake up. I hadn't awakened at dawn so I hadn't gotten up f...