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The Coxville Curse Saga: Part 2: Chapter 16. The Pool Party ********** October 16, 2009: Friday, the Day of the Pool Party ********** THE POOL PARTY ********** Jenny arrived home, a thrill shooting up her spine as she saw the elongated package beside the door. She retrieved it and headed up the stairs eager to try out her new toy. Harold was away...
Cheyenne Sat quietly in the window as the snow glistened the ground remembering the day this all started........ The year is 1972 Cheyenne and Hank Thompson pulled their car up in front of what appeared to be a normal looking house set in a quiet neighborhood, they were not prepared for what was waiting for them on the other side of the door. An elderly lad...
My thanks go to Techscan and LadyCibelle for their kind assistance with the editing of this story and correcting the usual clangers that keep my critics so happily amused. But I'm sure you'll find something you don't like in the story somewhere. Foreword: I know that some people will say that the hero in this story is manipulated by at least one of the oth...
Author Note: I've grown to like these characters, all of them, and I hope you do as well. As always, thank you for reading, and check out my author page for new and upcoming stories. ***** Music blasted his ears, and the scent of cigarette and cigar smoke assaulted his nostrils as he pushed through the ornate double doors. A random hip hop song with de...
Please read Chapter 1 to get the full experience and context! This chapter owes a lot to the SissifyYourself and SissyFactory content. You should check them both out! I also owe a lot to Drogon's hypno videos! ***** The 90-foot yacht cruised down the placid clear blue waters, making its lazy way past sun-specked islands. The Mediterranean waters were par...
"You jackass!" She yelled from the back porch as I backed out of the garage headed for work. I waved as if I hadn't heard her words and kept going. Donna was my wife of twenty years, standing on the back porch of our modest home at the edge of town. She was wearing a pair of "big girl" panties and nothing else. Her double D or bigger breasts were exposed an...
White Buddha: Portrait of an ESL Teacher in China "Melvin..." "Where was he from?" "Portland, Oregon." "That's weird." "It's a weird place..." "But he hated Portland, like, really, really hated Portland, always shitted on its hipsters, and politically correct, passive aggressive people..." "He certainly was not passive aggressive." "Wasn't he...
My name is John d'Eaux, pronounced like the female deer. Please don't try to make a funny joke about it. I assure you, I've heard them all and they weren't funny the first time. My ancestors came from France. Leave it at that. My folks died when I was little, leaving me to be raised by my Uncle John, a successful stockbroker and confirmed bachelor who hadn'...
The following story was inspired by a young lady named Jessica. She is young enough to be my granddaughter but she is wise beyond her years. The story distills concepts and ideas first introduced in the "Mrs. Swanson" stories and Boot Camp for Husbands. While neither of these stories are necessary to enjoy this offering they do provide "back story." *****...