Part I It's hard to fathom how much we change as we amble onwards through life, but I reckon that's why we have memories. Who knows where we'd be without memories to keep us company as we cruise along the home stretch? It's a thought worth pursuing, but I'm unusually grateful for my mine but have you ever notices how easy it is to hold onto good memories? B...
Crossing Ethical Lines I signed in with the receptionist at 3:50. She got a copy of my license and insurance card, again. She handed the cards back and confirmed I had filled the required forms online. I was here last week for my bloodwork ahead of this appointment, so I wasn't sure why they needed the cards again. There was only one other person in the wai...
Cara is your normal everyday young lady leading a life mixed with work and boredom. She often finds herself wondering what else is there in life to alleviate the often long periods where she feels like there is something missing in her life. Being an active sports person keeping herself fit and trim, she doesn't suffer from laziness at all, and does not ov...
Ronnie leaned back in her task chair and watched the poor tattooed girl struggle against her repeated violation. She would scream and moan, struggling against her bondage even as she felt her hips begin to betray her to the rhythmic purring of the sybian. Ronnie's head snapped back – she was exhausted. None of them had slept in almost 48 hours – since before...
Life settled a bit for Deedee and Beth for months after this but they were important and exciting times. They went ahead with the move first of Deedee into Beth's house and then completely both the sale of the house and then the purchase of the new house. It proved to be a source of joy for both of them. They needed new furniture; they decided to set up a...
The last eight months had been the most stressful of my entire life. Having to take Angie with me everywhere I went to keep her away from Mary during the two weeks it took to get everything squared away in Tennessee had been a nightmare that I didn't think would ever be topped. I had to threaten to put my half of our farm out on the open market to get Aaron...
My name is Tom Rogers and I'm 46 years old. My wife Peggy and I have been married since my third year of medical school. I am presently a practicing gynecologist at the Collins Clinic in Springfield Missouri. Our two kids, a son and a daughter, are both at MU and both are going to become doctors, following in the footsteps of their grandfather and me. We hav...
NOTE: I've been a fan of George Tasker's pulpy, over-the-top styled stories. He's kindly given me permission to write a story set in one of his universes, using his Agent Hooter and Agent Slut characters. The gist of the below story came to me in a dream and I felt obliged to write it and flesh it out. But this quick two-parter isn't slowing me down from com...
Author's Note: This was a fun one to write. Don't take it seriously. As always, I hope you enjoy. I had a rare afternoon off. Normally, I don't make it home before my wife. She looked happy to see me. I was happy too until I looked at her left leg under her skirt. "Crystal, that looks like cum dripping down your leg!" She raised her skirt and glanced at th...
The Rituals Chapter 1 -- Introductions He looked his age, but appeared to be fit. Tall, 6" 6' or so, with a full head of hair, somewhat longish, dark brown but with a touch of gray at the temples. He had a full mustache with handlebars, brown with streaks of gray. His shoulders were broad and his arms appeared to be strong, but that may just be the cut of...