Edited by Michael-Leonard. ***** Everyone has a calling in life; some never hear it, and others get two. "Simon, son of Jonah... you are Peter, and on this rock I will build My Church." Matt. 16:18 Prologue: Peter stood on the veranda and watched as she went through her daily ritual, her Tai Chi forms. Her movements were fluid and precise; each was a sl...
With one finger he pushed up the brim of his fedora and eyed the blond bombshell before him. Long blond hair fell across her shoulder and down over her ample breasts. Her chest rose and fell and he couldn't help but notice. She couldn't help but notice either, which seemed to be the reason why more and more cleavage seemed to be showing itself as their conve...
NOTE: This is a work of fiction. The characters appearing in this series are consenting adults over the age of 18. Any reference to past experiences by any character appearing in this story are intended to define that character. * It was almost 3 when I woke up in my roommate's double bed. Sunlight streamed between the broken slats of his plastic blinds...
*Attention- This is a work of fiction, and all characters are fictional. Some facts may not be reasonable, but for the story, they had to be put in, so bear with me. Also, use your imagination a little please. Thanks for all the positive feedback including the positive constructive criticism. I am enjoying this series and have ideas with this character and w...
Peg Leg's Lost Treasure By Laptopwriter Copyright © 2020 Several years ago, I wrote a story, "It's Against the Law," where I introduced three characters, Jack, who was an investigative reporter for a major Chicago newspaper, Dalton, who was a photographer with his own studio, and Dave, a sergeant on the Arlington Hills police force. In my sequel to the...
Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood When blackness was a virtue, and the road was full of mud I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you, shelter from the storm" Bob Dylan ~~~~~~ Hi, my name is Michael James Henson, Mike to my friends. I'm six feet, three inches tall and weigh two hundred and t...
I awoke Monday in a strange bed. I also awoke to the smell of bacon and coffee. Eggs don't seem to have an odor, unless they have gone bad. I expected to see Moseby in the kitchen, possibly dressed as a glamorous June Cleaver but alas the kitchen was empty. Well empty of humans anyway, I found coffee in the carafe of the coffee maker. It was also still turne...
For those following the LIAR series, I hope you enjoy this installment. Those who are new to the story line, forgive me if there isn't enough character development. Being an ongoing set of characters, it would be rather lengthy to provide complete background on each prior to getting into the story. For readers who have also read some of my other stories on...
Ailanthia stretched like a cat on the soft black sheets, letting out a deeply contented sigh. She felt the wonderful heavy weight at her waist and one of her light-green hands slid down over her gloriously curved abdomen. She bit her flushed lower lip and let out a low moan, her skin feeling so sensitive where it had stretched taut to accommodate her cum-stu...
I punched viciously at my iPhone, resigned to the fact that I wouldn't be flying out tomorrow; not at those prices. My ridiculous weekend trip would end on Sunday evening no matter what I did. There was no way to bail out early. I was stuck here. It had taken eleven long months for my divorce to be final. By Washington State law, it could have been over in...