Glass surrounded me. Icy windows separated the hot summer's day from the freezing office interior. Other offices glared into this one and the large building blocked any city views that may have been promised. Strips of blue sky was barely visible with the block of grey that stood in front of this block of grey. The office was large and empty with strategica...
Author's note: Hello everyone. Unfortunately, I haven't been as well as I would have hoped by now and the treatment has worn me down so I am a bit slower than usual. While I will continue to get chapters out as fast as possible, please excuse any future tardiness especially over the busy holiday season. I hope you continue to enjoy this series of the Tables....
This is the freestanding part five in a six part series. Resume: John, a smallish but very well endowed virgin young man, has a temporary job at a farm picking strawberries. He and five women stay in an old barrack where the sleeping cubicles are small and without doors. The girls tease him by wearing skimpy clothing or none at all when passing his door way...
This started out as a straight up romantic story, but I went back and rewrote it as an interracial story. Still, I ask you to be gentle with me. This will be a stand-alone story; there are no additional chapters planned at this time...and I promise that a lot of you readers will probably hate me by the end of this. I won't apologize for it. Either you'll lik...
I think back long ago about the summer after I graduated high school, fondly; actually, much more than fondly. I had just turned eighteen and was college bound to the school of my choice. I had a feeling of accomplishment as well as excitement of what lay ahead. It was also the summer I started on a magical journey. But I am getting way ahead of myself, I mu...
*Author's Note: any and all persons engaging in any sexual activities are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned. *.*.* Inga's declaration that, while she loved him, she just was not in love with him did not come as much of a surprise to Dr. Claude Ivernek. T...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography, which is currently not updating. Stories after Music Box Dancer are: Return To Apple Grove, Media Matters, Swamp Frogs, Man of God, Fathers and Sons. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for...
This story is a longer, single chapter, stand-alone tale. I wrote it over a weekend when I was in the middle of writing 'The Professor's Women and had encountered writers block. Although it may appear to have autobiographical elements, this is a work of fiction and fantasy, and is only partially inspired by actual events. ***** Jack and Jackie The story o...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
Well, here we go with chapter two! Took a bit longer than expected, because I started writing a couple other projects. I would recommend reading my first chapter, since this is a pretty plot heavy story. Would love to hear what people think! - a hopeful girl many years past "Ariadne? How much further is it- i-it's dark.." "Glaucus! You cowardly little...