A sincere thank you to Harddaysknight for his critical read of my story before publishing. This started out very different and morphed into what this is now, and I needed to make sure I didn't leave too many things hanging out there. I dragged my ass into the laundromat on a typical gray Sunday morning at 7. I really had no idea if the day outside was gray,...
The curtain calls I occasionally use in my stories are my way of showing appreciation to others for various courtesies, which sometimes include an astute critique that I use for improvement. William Shakespeare once wrote, "The pen is mightier than the sword." As someone who once faced a sword-bearing warrior while a member of the Special Forces, I can tel...
I was honored to be asked to participate in "Highway Song." I hope you enjoy my effort. "Fuck yeah!" I screamed into my cell phone as I headed west on I-70 about two hours short of Columbus, OH, on a beautiful, sunny July Sunday. I had to scream into the phone: I was cruising down the road at 70 miles per hour with both windows down and the sunroof open. T...
On September/11/20 George Anderson submitted a story called February Sucks (February Sucks). It got a follow up by Harddaysknight on 09/19/20 (With a Little Help From my Friends), greenday0418 on 09/22/20 (February Sucks - Alternate) and then by Hooked1957 on 9/24/20 (February Sucks Redux). This is my attempt to join in. I want to thank George Anderson for...
She makes a poor choice I was fighting my way out of the darkness. I could feel the bed rocking. My head felt like it was splitting in two. I could hear murmuring in the distance. Then it hit me -- a stinging, burning pain from the head of my prick. A STINGING, BURNING PAIN -- FROM THE HEAD OF MY PRICK! From the darkness, I started to reach for my member,...
"Oh, fuck, Markley, you are still the absolute best pussy licker in the whole wide world!" Traci shrieked ebulliently as she came for the sixth time of the evening at the end of my fingers and tongue. That was the good news. It was also the bad news. As I was about to go diving into her sweet pussy once again, her compliment hit me like a 2-by-4 to the he...
Forward -- and forewarned: One of the biggest complaints I get from readers is the criticism of too many orgasms by hands and mouth for the women in my stories, so I've gradually cut these down. However, like most writers, there are pieces of me in almost all of my stories, and the orgasms are one of those pieces. No one seems to criticize other writers fo...
Everybody knows Mondays suck. So it was with no great enthusiasm when I picked up the phone at my place of employment at 8:05 a.m., responding to a page from our receptionist, Jeannie, that a Mrs. Spearman was on line one. I didn't know a Mrs. Spearman, so a call this early in the day was either a complaint or cold call for sales. "Mr. Ringler, you don't k...
A great big thank you to Nora Fares and Bebop 3 for inviting me to write in their event. I hope I haven't disappointed them. This story was inspired by Michael Fitzgerald's story, "Last Man" and George Anderson's continuation piece, "Last Man: Brian's Tale." But I haven't given you links to those stories because this is not a continuation or companion piece...
It was a beautiful late fall day in Indiana, with the sun a bright auburn as it started its descent in the sky. Traci wanted to enjoy another sunset while sitting in the glider near the edge of the pond Jason had built about a quarter-mile from the house. At 72 and suffering from Alzheimer's, Traci was extremely frail, yet she insisted upon walking the tra...