The following is my take on GeorgeAnderson's epic Sept. 11, 2020 tale, "February Sucks," and is presented here with his permission -- many thanks to GeorgeAnderson for allowing me to do this. If you haven't read his story yet, I encourage you to do so. When I first read this story, I was already neck-deep in "A Father's Justice" and had another story alread...
Stella took a deep breath and poured herself a generous glass of white wine. She had done her duty, talked to most of the people at the party, and now had a moment to herself. Roland was off in the other room, probably still getting his ear talked off by that guy who owned a sailboat. She thought about going in there and throw him a lifeline but she didn't...
JOB DESCRIPTIONS Hi there, my name is Igor Stiffpounder, and I'm a diener. No, make that a senior assistant diener. I was promoted last month. In other words, I work with the dead. However, most of my deceased helpmates just lollygag around and are of no help whatsoever. Sometimes I almost feel as though I'm working solo. That's one of the reasons I've go...
For the gang I worked with in the summer of '92. Thanks for getting my head on straight! Aunt Arlene would have been proud of Dan, he was sure of that somehow, as he realized he'd arrived just in time for the last dance of the evening. Heavenly shades of night were long since fallen as the opening strains of "Goodnight My Love" flooded the speakers. Dan w...
The bottle was three inches tall with a one-inch diameter, it was orange with a white childproof cap. It was sitting in the middle of the small round table that took up almost a quarter of my studio apartment. I was staring at it. I hadn't changed out of my boy costume yet. It was Monday night and Mondays are always bad, but this one had been worse than most...
Thanks to Mikothebaby for editing this story with her usual panache even though she wemt through hell this week. Thanks also to those of you who read last week's story. * * * * * * Every year at about this time, the entire country goes just a little bit basketball crazy. Okay maybe I'm understating it a tad, but it's pretty harmless isn't it? For just a l...
This story features the cast of my Spring Break stories and we're going on another vacation! If you haven't read those stories, you might want to check them out, but this story will be able to stand on its own. As a word of warning, it's a long story that features polyamory and romance. I received lots of positive feedback on the Spring Break tales and I ap...
AUTHORS NOTE: Hi there, Arch here. Okay, so I'm a sucker for punishment. I'll try again! Hi to the readers of Loving Wives, hope you're all having a nice day. This story is conventional. Loving wife adores husband, husband loves wife unconditionally but the marriage has issues. There's lots of romance and heart ache here and I warn you ladies this one m...
Six Times a Day, Part 7: Paint It, Black At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't alr...
A fair warning, this story is very long so it is broken up into nine parts. Part One Philip Johnson Prologue They were a typical couple doing their best to live a typical and proper life. Words like, stuffy, buttoned down, or far right conservatives would fit them nicely in fact. Though not religious, they did believe in charity. It all came down to alw...