This is a shoutout to the folks who say that I can't write a classic "loving wives" story. It also lets me reintroduce some characters from another one of my stories. They were characters who I especially liked and didn't want to lose touch with. Also, you might guess the place where my fictional hero works. So I want to state categorically that, "Even thoug...
*************** 'Sorry Honey but first served, first come.' *************** Authors Notes This Story qualifies as Inter-Racial, Romantic, Erotic Couplings, Group Sex with Creampies, Humorous Innuendo. Even a hefty dose of poetically verbal BDSM and my favorite, Lesbian Action! So...M/F. F/M, F/F, M/F/F No adolescents were included in any possible confi...
This chapter is dedicated to the memory of a very good friend, mentor and muse. You'll live forever in the memories of all members of the PTB, TDH and all the other boards you enriched by your presence and participation. Rest in Peace Franco "Lone Wolf" Breslin 1949-2006. * "What the hell is going on Craig? Who is this guy?" To her credit there was no pan...
This is not intended as a standalone story. It is a 'second page' to my story. The Painting. I suppose you could read this as a standalone, but you would miss a lot. All of the character development and theme of the story is in The Painting. That theme being of Cancer and one man's recovery and the path back to his life and relationships. Page two is more Ja...
this story, like life often does, took an unexpected turn for the writer; i.e., this is not the story I planned to write when I started. It is, however, in my view, a satisfying story, and I hope it will find its audience. Still, there is the story I had planned to write, waiting to be told. That second version will be posted in a week or so. Jb7 Paid to Se...
This story is one of a continuing series of connected stories known as "Tales from the Shack." This is in LW because the Shack series started here, and it is much easier for those that follow the stories to find them if I keep them all together. In this case, the story stands well enough on its own, but it is very much a part of the series. I typically don't...
37 Dusk was just extending its shadowy fingers over the scene. Surfers were wending their way home from the beaches, colourful surfboards slung firmly on top of colourful cars and vans. Zinc cream glowed beneath mirrored sun glasses on the faces that seemed to glow in the red rays of the setting sun. The homeward bound traffic from the beaches confronted he...
Brooklyn I listened to the purring of the phone. Tara wasn't known for being an early riser. It was five p.m. in Chicago, three p.m. in Los Angeles, so she should be up by now. "May I help you?" a female voice asked, but not Tara's. I rolled my eyes. Tara either wasn't up or one of her entourage was still screening her calls for her. "Brooklyn Lancaster t...
Yikes!! Randi wants "magic" and "mystery" and I'm anything but magical and mysterious. So, I turned to my buddy Rick, at rkv330, who feeds me great ideas. I thought he'd lost his mind when he floated this one. But the man knows mystery. Of course, I also want to thank Randi, for her super editing, her vision and leadership - and, most of all for her friendsh...
Thanks to MIkothebaby for her editing prowess without which this story wouldn't have been the same. # # # # # # # # # Like most men, I rarely ever considered the small details in life. As long as the big stuff was going well, I was happy as a clam. My life to me was perfect. I had everything I needed. I had an amazingly attractive wife who loved me more t...