Chapter One It was a Friday afternoon that seemed of little consequence. I got up, shaved, cleaned and pampered my body. After my underwear was in place I wore my usual boots, boot socks, jeans and a plaid shirt. The bar at Fulton Street was busy that afternoon when I arrived about 2:00 and everybody including Lori (the owner) seemed glad to see me. Joe and...
Chapter One It was a Friday afternoon that seemed of little consequence. I got up, shaved, cleaned and pampered my body. After my underwear was in place I wore my usual boots, boot socks, jeans and a plaid shirt. The bar at Fulton Street was busy that afternoon when I arrived about 2:00 and everybody including Lori (the owner) seemed glad to see me. Joe and...
Late into the night Thomas lay awake. He thought about the last 6 years of his life. They had been spent with little real personal pleasure. What did he have to show for his time? A string of ex-girlfriends, some the age if his daughter. He had no real friends and no personal passion in his life. How he envied men who lived to hunt or fish. Or those that lov...
You know you're in trouble when your significant other starts to convince themselves that they are better than you. Every married person has experienced this in some manner in their marriage. You don't realize it's started until it's too late and you ask yourself how it ended up like this. It might start off as they are making fun of you in front of mutual f...
As they began their senior year, they both celebrated their eighteenth birthdays that were only one day apart. Nathan gave her a boxed set of Beatles CDs, and Colleen gave him a set of socket wrenches to work on his new car, a vintage Mustang convertible that was a gift from his parents. Colleen and Nathan had been best friends since they were three years o...
*** This work is my own and may not be reprinted without permission. THE PRO Gantry was trolling for another mark. The first was a young hooker new to the streets. He offered her twenty dollars for a blowjob in a junkyard not far away. She was nervous and not experienced. A runaway, she said. She'd come to the city with a bus ticket and sixty dollars in...
Late! I can't believe I was late for my first class. I was currently lost and running through Diggs Hall looking for room 398. "Where the hell is it?" I said to myself. After being at this University for nearly 4 years you would think I would have some sense of direction but I feel as lost as ever. Since the fire burned the old Diggs Hall down and with enou...
DISCLAIMER: This is included in the novel/novella category because of length. It is a mother/son incest story. There are also instances of abuse (two of them, which are not the focus of the story). As far as heat level, this story is quite tame, and if you are look for page after page of screaming sex, you might want to look elsewhere. If you want a STORY, p...
Thank you mollycactus! This story wouldn't be possible without your help. Grace is a character from Submission in the Sun and Sand. Inspired by carrie p. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resem...
Grace rubbed her eyes when she reached the bottom of the page she was reading, realizing nothing had sunk in despite reading it three times previously. With a resigned sigh, Grace closed her history book and accepted the fact she wasn't going to accomplish any meaningful study during free period. Stretching her arms out to the side, a tiny smile decorated he...