Apologies to William Faulkner for paraphrasing his title for my tale. ***** Prologue I opened my eyes and saw my grandson Matthew standing at the side of the bed. "Hi, Grampa! Mom, Grandma, Grampa opened his eyes!" My wife and Matthew's mother jumped up from their chairs and joined Matthew. I'm certain I was smiling; but it was hard to tell what with th...
Author's note. As this saga continues, aspects of sadism, slavery, cuckoldry, lesbianism, denial and general bdsm are explored. All characters are figments of the author's imagination, and all characters consent to every aspect of the activities described. As always, all characters are aged over 18. Chapter nine. Saturday morning dawned, and Sara slipped f...
I had never known my father. Mum told me she was trying to protect him, saving him from having his life disrupted as hers had been. She was 16 when I was born, two years off finishing high school. He had told her that it was impossible to get pregnant the first time and although she knew that wasn't true, she was caught up in the heat of the moment. At that...
The good news, Randi called! The bad news, I had to come up with a story. At that point, the idea fairy whispered in my ear, "Just dance with the themes that brung you." So, I rounded-up the usual suspects; anti-social nerds, smart women, big dogs, sailboats, and tropical sunshine. I garnished them with a pinch of infidelity and added a dash of romance, and...
I have been relating the moral downhill slide of Dr James Martin, a 51 year old GP, who after many years of dedicated practice, has suddenly exposed his sexual desires to several of his female patients. This episode deals with the difficulty some couples have in conceiving a child and how the doctor manages to help one couple. There is some degree of cucko...
Chapter 11 -- Another Star Lights Up Roy sat in one of the more comfortable chairs on the patio with a circle of friends around. Elise returned to her chair with a glass of water for Roy, and a Southern Comfort Manhattan for herself. He looked longingly at the alcoholic drink as she sipped and talked to Pam. Dave said, "So, what is your physical therapy al...
Chapter Six Growth of Love Valerie stood on the steps, watching the cab pull up to the door. Getting in, she cringed involuntarily as she leaned back on the sore marks and welts on her back and legs. Telling the driver where to take her, she smiled at the memories of how the soreness came about. "Are you all right, lady?" "Yes. Just a little sore." "I t...
All characters involved in sexual activity are over 18 years of age. * Some guys are strong, with big rippling muscles. Some are athletes, like the guys who captained the football team at high school, then go on to set the record on the rowing machine at the work gym. I am neither, and I've always known it. I am, however, clever. It took me a long time to...
Thanks to Waratah for his assistance. 'Back of Bourke' is Australian slang for 'the middle of nowhere'. Bourke does actually exist -- it's a town in New South Wales. ~~~~~~ 'You claim you want to meet a man, and yet you dress like a fifty year old lesbian,' Kerry remarked, inspecting my outfit. I was standing in her doorway wearing what were euphemistic...
Hi and thanks for selecting my story. It's one I started eighteen months ago but after creating the premise I couldn't work out where I wanted to take it. I put it on the back burner and went on with another. Re reading it a couple of weeks ago, the last line came to me. With the end point set the rest fell into place. I should warn you it covers some hea...