Your name is George, and you're middle-aged widower, your wife Roslyn having died about a decade ago. That left you raising four children, two older boys, Dwight and Robert, and two younger girls, Danielle and Rachel, all alone. To say that it was a trial would be a massive understatement, but with the last one finally a freshman in college, they are all off...
Carl King was glad to be back in his own bed. He had just returned from a long and arduous trip on the continent, which was not without its moments. He closed his eyes, luxuriating in the action going on 2 feet or so down his body. Chas Dingle, his long term partner, had Carl's not insignificant penis, buried deep in her mouth. It had been late when Carl...
The weatherman on the radio was calling for rain as the truck pulled to the shoulder of the road. The old man's eyes held a smile for the hitchhiker as he said, "You know that I still have almost two hundred miles to go, but I'm a little heavy, I got to by-pass some scales up the road. I'm sleepy and it would help if I had somebody to talk to, you are welcom...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I've made an effort to make sure this is the worst story ever. Hackneyed, unoriginal, disjointed, etc. I apologize if any of the punctuation or usage is correct. If you chose to vote, Please give this story a one. I'd appreciate any comments about how to make this story worse (Sorry, more bad.) * * * * * Thrash Maxim pulled his monster truck...
I had just left Las Vegas in my RV on my way to San Francisco via Los Angeles and was turning on to the interstate when I saw this female hitchhiker at the beginning of the on ramp. I pulled over and asked where she was going and it was obvious right there and then she had difficulty in understanding me. It turned out that she was French and was touring the...
Thrash Maxim staggered out of the building, trying to clutch at his heart. His arms, perpetually kept six inches from his body by his bulky lateral muscles, hobbled by his chunky biceps and popeye forearms, couldn't bend quite enough to reach his chest, and so he flailed like a youthful author reaching for a metaphorical butterfly. "I'm having a gawdamn hea...
The Little Hitchhiker I had been teaching at Western Washington State University in Bellingham, Washington for the last three years. It was a good job, challenging and lots of fun. Being a 30-year-old single male on a major university campus provided a lot of opportunities to feed my libido. Surprisingly most of those opportunities didn't come from the attr...
First of all I want my readers to know that all of my stories were written for fun. So I hope that they are read for the same purpose. Most of my stories are written as if recalling them from memory. Please enjoy! * We are driving down the road, not to any place in particular. It's getting late and it's pretty rainy out. Nice weather for a relaxed casual d...
I was out driving one hot summers day on a lonely stretch of country road and just happened upon a hitchhiker, I thought she looked cute so I stopped to pick her up. She was in fact drop dead gorgeous, and wearing a skirt that was too short for words! I could feel my self-hardening thru my pants almost immediately as I looked out the window at her, and ho...
Returning from a trip down the beautiful Oregon coast, Carrie decided to avoid Vancouver and take the ferry from Tsawwassen B.C. over to Duke Point on Vancouver Island. Being a small town girl Carrie did not like big cities, she was scared of them. The ferry was slowing up, preparing to get ready to dock, so Carrie decided to head down stairs to the parking...