Okay, so it's been a long time since I've added to my story list. Call it the stress of my bitch-wife throwing me out of my house because she wants a divorce. Oh, well. That shit happens. This story is long. If you have read my other stuff, that's a given. No, I'm not going to split my shit into sixty-nine parts to keep your hands and socks busy. There's...
Authors note: I strongly urge you to read all of the preceding chapters. With the context they provide, this chapter and those that follow will be much more enjoyable for you. Without knowing the characters and from whence they sprang the story may not make much sense. Many of the chapters contain highly erotic scenes of adults having intimate sexual relatio...
copyright ©2009 by A_Satori. All rights reserved. [Author's note: This is a story based on the excellent series of stories by Charles Petersunn: Jasons and the Johnsons, Jason and Mrs. Johnson, and, Jason Comes to the Back Door. Since what follows is a sequel story, it's suggested that those three stories (at least Back Door) be read prior to reading t...
PART 3: The Hermit *** Everything was calm in my home when I came through the door. Edward greeted me and Dorothy asked if I would like anything. I waved them both off with curt nods. They took the hint and melted into the background. Setting my jaw, I strode directly for my private quarters. Taylor was still awake and curled up in my bed, sort of half ga...
ADA Bridget Fonta was working late. Again. But with the recent release of Michael McKean she was concerned enough to ignore her work for a moment and watch the interviews the local news had of him on their website. She hated watching the ones they had of her. She always felt she came across... wrong somehow. She listened as the reporter asked, "Are you worr...
A bearded man sat atop a desert dune staring out at the pure blue, cloudless horizon. The bright sun baked all in sight. Its blinding light was held at bay with his hood pulled down over his eyes. The far stretching desert sands blew in the wind. He watched as if time had no meaning. Simply breathing in fresh air as the sun slowly boiled his blood. He had g...
A special thanks to JonB1969 for his editing. Hope you all enjoy my story and remember to vote and comment, it's what encourages me to keep writing. This Story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living...
Gabe stared at the young woman behind the counter. Her blouse stretched over her ample bosom; the gap between the buttons gave a hint of a pink bra. His cock jerked slightly and he coughed, hoping to cover the involuntary groan that was pulled from him. "Stare at them long enough and they may grow," a voice behind him whispered. He turned and shot a glan...
**** -- CHAPTER 3: After the Date -- **** *-- FEBRUARY 2007 --* "He's a stockroom clerk." "I know." "He's three years younger than you!" "Only two, at least until April." I sat there and looked at Stella, waiting her out. "Got anything else?" Stella grinned and shook her head. Her time playing Devil's Advocate was over. "Nope. Not a thing. After all,...
January 23, 2017 Author's Notes (Don't skip these, they are important, so don't blame the author if you don't like the story :->)): All characters are over eighteen, fictional and the product of this writer's imagination. Any similarities to real people, or other fictional characters is purely coincidence. I'm a huge fan of the Loving Wives genre -- i...