Foreword 'There's an interminable fog about the place; a fog that surrounds my body at all times, a fog that seeps all the way through into my mind. I can never get it to go, and sometimes I feel like I'm living a solitary existence in a secluded, remote cave in the middle of fucking nowhere. And I don't even get the sight of a misty coated sea to gaze at;...
My name is Don and my wife's name is Carla. We have been married for eight and a half years and have an eight year old son, Steve, and a four year old daughter Lori. Yes that is right, Carla was pregnant when we got married and Steve arrived six months after the wedding. None of our friends or family really cared that much about the fact that we had to get...
Mailgirl Number Thirteen winced as she accepted another blow. The sound of the paddle connecting against the bare flesh of her behind echoed through the locker room, and carried over the murmured conversation of the other mailgirls behind her. She was standing, with her legs spread and bent at the midsection over the spanking bench, just to one side of the l...
Emma was quiet the rest of the drive into town but perked up as we exited the expressway and started driving through the city. The rain had let up and as we neared my neighborhood things started feeling more urban—the buildings, the lights and neons and action in the streets—and pretty soon she was sitting up and looking around. I wasn't exactly angry with h...
The house buzzed with activity in preparation for Will and Sally's wedding which was scheduled to take place in a few days. Everyone, the children included helped with decorating the house and the backyard with flowers. Dianna helped in the kitchen while Eli, Ralph and Marie put flowers in the vases. Kenji, Joel, Nick and John carried the table, chairs outsi...
*Disclaimer: All persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * Chapter 71 Marie Soileau gritted her teeth; Bill Baggett was a pain in the ass. He was surly, uncommunicative, insolent, and ungrateful. Because of him, she would be at least an hour late getting home; dinner would be late again. "Honey Bunny," I can cook, you...
He got the widow, her daughter, and his step-daughter in his bed. More a romance than a stroke story. It takes a while for the characters to 'hook up,' but there's romantic sex, spanking, first time sex, foreplay, post play, and incest-in-spirit if not in law. Many thanks to OneSilky for her assistance in editing. * "Dad, can you pick us up?" It was his...
Sometimes it feels that life is one big rush. Only when we take the time, can we find what's really important. It was late and I was tired. I had gotten a delayed start out of Boston and I was eager to reach my house and relax. The last five miles wound around hills and twisting roads. Driving along the dark country road, I rounded a bend and saw a deer bou...
*This story is the third and final of the Batgirl series, and is set immediately after the second. Please read the first two installments for context. This series takes place shortly after A Matter of Family (before Arkham Asylum), using the same characters and plot-line as the series, up until the start of the story obviously. I tried to keep the characters...
Authors Note: I'd like to thank my editor Harvey for helping me with this piece. - - - - - My eyes started to open as the fog began to lift. I looked around, confused by my surroundings, and I fought through the grogginess. It started to make sense now; I had fallen asleep. Slowly, the events of the afternoon started to play back in my mind. Our wonderful...