It was a hot afternoon, and although rare for the high plains, very muggy as well. Jay stopped his boss' Chevy pickup at the crest of the hill and left the windows down. Huge old cottonwood trees, their hard shiny leaves rustling in the light breeze, ringed the park below them. Cottonwood seeds drifted around them in the air like snowflakes and lay thick al...
Far beyond the scope of rational thinking comes this tale of fulfillment. Let me define for you what I mean by fulfillment for this revelation. Fulfillment means complete, all-encompassing gratification. That is the whole person, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and, very definitely - sexually. We met on a blind date. For many people, blind date is an om...
I slipped out of bed around six in the morning. As Mike snored away I pulled on some loose sweat pants and a tee shirt, put on my flip flops, bundled up the clothes Maggie had given me, including, of course, the panties, and made my way to her house. She didn't seem surprised to see me when she opened the door. "You can keep the clothing," she said. "Just g...
One summer day, femme fatale star Joan Severance, sauntered out of the colonnaded portico moving towards the lap pool of her post-modern California dig. She disrobed her blue terry exposing a whistle bait figure that kept late night viewers of major cable TV networks, HBO and Cinemax abreast and abuttock of her delectable beauty. The brunette goddess knife...
It' a funny thing what hate can do to a man. Hate is an emotion which can lead you in so many directions. It can eat your guts out and turn you into a shell of a man who is useless or it can goad you into doing things which you swear you were never capable of accomplishing. Cory Harmon started hating one person a lot of years back and it sent him over the e...
Being Sheriff of Tuckahoe County, Tennessee means I get to see a lot of things. I say, “get to see”, but sometimes, I’d rather they just left me out of it entirely. Some of the things I’m called upon to take care of aren’t much fun, like when Clarence Upton’s boy wrapped his old blue convertible around that big oak at the end of Miller’s Lane. Not pretty, th...
This one might be just a touch, a tad, a jot, an iota over the top. The answer to that stereotypical LW cliché, that trite meme -- is not that the best revenge is a life well-lived -- it is a life really, REALLY well-lived. Enjoy. (BTW, if you recognise the accent -- it's not from there!) RAINE, ON HER PARADE "Damn, you're a hard man to track down." I...
by DG Hear and Jake Rivers This is a continuation from part 1. It should be read before reading this part. Again, we want to thank Lady Cibelle and Techsan for editing our story. * When I got back to the station, Charlie said she found something interesting. The pimp that was killed the second year was also a drug runner. He didn't sell drugs per se, but...
Terra locked the front door to her house on the outskirts of the small town she is assigned to. She had to make it look good for the deputy who escorted her home, because he won't leave without hearing the lock click into place. The entrance to her bedroom is a special portal to the castle, but because of her guardians, her whole house has a magical spell, s...
Nathan Bedford Buchanan had never met his paternal grandfather. For the most part, he wished he never met his maternal grandfather either. His rich and powerful grandfather on his mother's side had insisted he be named Nathan Bedford as a fuck you to his father's family. Nathan was the product of a one time hook up with a Mexican athlete married to a black w...