The sun was lying low on the horizon, full dark not more than an hour off, when Dirk pulled his Harley into a parking space in front of the small general store in the center of town. He'd been on the road for two days and was halfway through a four day trip, and this was just one of a dozen small Midwestern towns he'd passed through in the past 24 hours. The...
A lot has happened recently at the old homestead. My parents had bought a new house and were trying to get the old one sellable before they put it on the block. They'd already moved into their new place in North Carolina and were letting me live in the old place in the Bronx provided I do the fix up work within a year. One of the major problems with the hou...
Chapter 11 Home sweet home, safe at last, June has an unexpected visitor. June opened her front door to her husband waiting there for her. With his eyes bulging and his face red, he was hopping mad. She hasn't seen him this mad since he lost his job and blamed everyone, the Democrats, the Republicans, the Chinese, and his mother for not forcing him to sta...
Verdigris covered the ancient bronze doorknocker and knob, just as thickly as rust coated the wrought iron fence that surrounded the property. Spanish moss hung from the bent boughs of ancient oaks amid waist-high weeds. The flagstones that once lead to the now sagging porch were upturned and blanketed in thick red mud. The little white paint that remained...
Introduction: This story is based on Bruce Springsteen's classic song "Glory Days," which has to do with memories, immaturity and aging. In the song, the narrator talks about, "boring stories of glory days," in a hardscrabble Rust Belt town. As I've listened to the song over the years, I've started seeing interesting possibilities for a very nice erotic st...
I woke up on the lawn outside the hot tub. Everyone else was gone. I guess I had climbed out of it at some point during the night, but I couldn't even remember. It took me awhile to reconstruct the day before. Sonny and Josh, my mom, everything. Sonny, sitting on my cock while Josh fucked my mom upstairs... Oh, but she had left, gone with Josh to fuck my mom...
I didn't really want to do the horrible Lovett County dirt roads in the dead of night so I called it quits while there was still a faint sliver of light in the sunset, and I bid everyone a fond farewell and remarked that I would certainly return when I could, probably in another two weeks or so. As expected, I was rather late getting home and Wanda loudly c...
When Kay made her mind up to do something there was no changing it. She had laid in bed for a long time after Roper had walked out of her room thinking of a way to get back at him for the callous way he had treated her last night. She was sitting at the breakfast table with her aunt, uncle, George and Betty when Roper finally made an appearance. “Morning...
The expensive black leather pouch lay open on the floor. Its satin ribbon ties were undone and lay as waves on the sea of blue wool carpet. Ginny stared wide-eyed around the untidy room. The drawers from the oak sideboard were empty, their contents had been strewn across the floor. The oak box sat on the television, its lid lay on the floor. The content...
Thanks for reading my stories; I am sorry for the long delays between the chapters. All I can hope is that you continue to keep reading them and don't mind if they take a bit to come out. I do wish you enjoy this next installment. Comments and Ratings as always are appreciated, as too are any possible suggestions you might wish to read Cynthia and Sage parta...