AUTHOR'S NOTE : This WAS to have been my entry for the 2012 Nude Day contest, but things in real life took a sour turn and I wasn't able to complete it in time for voting/judging. This time, I promised myself that I would get it done to have it ready for this year's contest. I will also point out I have a lot of stories on the back-burner that I WILL get to...
============================ A father's cautionary tale Something a little different for Christmas. There is little sex in this story. It's a tale of love, of family, of strained marital relationships. A story of love between fathers and daughters, pure love, a Daddy's love. This is an entry in the WINTER HOLIDAYS STORY CONTEST 2013. Thanks to PatientLe...
Evolution +++++ I didn't know what to think of her. There were times that first day I thought she had to be some kind of vapid moron, stupid beyond any rational measure. As in: totally clueless. And I was sure of it, too. How she had made it through academy – well, I had no idea – but after two nights on the street with her I was sure she was going to b...
The Paradox Mary pulled into the parking lot of the Granthams Corners Store. The old painted sign had been replaced with an electronic one, but it still read "Cold Beer, Guns and Ammo, Wedding Gowns". In every other aspect the store looked just as it had the first time she'd seen it, more than three decades earlier. There were still stacks of bundled firewo...
This is the final chapter of this story and it should bring the tale of James, Myra, John and Joel to an end. It might have felt wordy to some but I didn't rush it and let it tell its tale at its own speed. It is not for everyone, and that's ok. Some people like Vanilla, others Chocolate, and still others prefer New York Super Fudge Chunk. The resolution o...
success or failure? Please read Part One first! The following morning I went off early into the village to get some provisions in for lunch. Tina wanted some bottled water and I hoped to have the chance of a word with Rob, the young English waiter at the beach restaurant where we had eaten a few times. He was part of my plan for level number six. Quite lu...
This story is for those readers who have waited patiently for a new adventure. With a will of its own this very long story has taken over my mind and I have lived its highs and lows for several weeks, re-wording carefully until everything felt right. It has controlled me: I hope it pleases you all. But, in the end, it's just another little love story…Settle...
Bob Murphy sat in the waiting room in the R.P.M. Cancer Clinic and watched the young mother and her son. It tugged at Bob's heart to see the 6 or 7 year old boy looking at a fishing magazine and excitedly point out different pictures to his mother. The thing that tore at his heart was the frailness of the child and the totally bald head. The boy looked up at...