James Votava Obit Stories

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What the Facel is a Fucking Vega?

by Ephesus14 on Apr 22, 2019
Romance

WARNING: This is not a BTB story. Nobody cheats and no spouses are shared. There is very little sex. My thanks once again to sbrooks103x. What the Facel is a fucking Vega? ... Or I was lucky to take it in the rear! I don't know a Ford from a Nissan without looking at the nameplate, so when the ugly blue car rear ended my Wrangler while I was stopped at...

Who Killed Jenny Schecter? Ch. 13

by OGSalli on Jun 9, 2020
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

Chapter 13 Hit-and-RunOn Monday Shane was twenty minutes late for their 9 a.m. meeting in the conference room. "She just texted me, she's on her way," Lauren told Carmen as she came in and sat down. "She must have had a romantic, candlelit evening," Carmen said, taking the lid off her paper cup of coffee and offering Lauren a donut from the bag she'd broug...

Things Happen For A Reason Ch. 06

by chezshirecat on Sep 18, 2017
Novels and Novellas

It was a damn strange feeling to walk into your own apartment and not recognize a thing, Luke thought as he glanced around the tiny place with a sense of déjà vu. He'd had this same feeling when Sarah had taken him home a couple of months ago. This place had none of the warmth or feeling Sarah's home had, he had to admit. There was hardly any furniture and...

The Dripping Tap

by VeniVici on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

"Oh, he's here. Just coming up the path right now. I'll have to go and let him in." "Don't do anything I'd love to do. I know you Zil, you can't say no when it comes to a well-hung stud. No man is ever safe alone with you." "Chance would be a fine thing, anyway he's rather old and looks highly respectable. Look I must go Jane ... I'll ring you later, okay?...

Amy's Smile Ch. 07

by jfinn on Sep 19, 2017
Romance

"Christ, Amy, you do that again and I'm not ever getting out of this bed." She giggled and totally ignored me, a fact for which I thanked every god I could think of. I'd wondered last night how this morning was going to play. I'd half expected, dreaded might be a more accurate term, that my little kitten was going to be back to her shy, old self once the l...

Death of a Toolman

by cookiejar on Sep 15, 2017
Humor & Satire

The voices were low, a small buzz that paired with the organ music. I watched as my Aunt Helen dabbed her eyes and wailed, "Oh, he looks so natural!" Natural! I looked dead! Never mind, her heart was in the right place. Looking down on myself in my coffin, I wondered how I had come to this. It brought back the old Three Stooges line, "Dead! I don't want to b...

Fly On The Wall

by DJBlax on Aug 30, 2017
Fetish

Tina could never understand the appeal of "The Mile-High Club." What was the actual point of it? So you're in an airplane, and it's usually not a G5 so there's no proper bedding. You're on a seat that is excruciatingly uncomfortable (just for sitting, mind you), with a scratchy blanket that was probably used for this countless times before, barely covering y...

Sophia Finally Enjoys Sex

by egmontgrigor2010 on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Dressed only in a gown Sophia Shelton answered the door and looked at the thickset guy in white overalls who said, "You have some internal plaster cracks requiring attention?" She flared, "You were supposed to be here ten days ago." "So you want me to leave and smack myself for being a bad boy and go to a household requiring interior plastering remedial wo...

May to December Earth Day Romance

by JuanVato on Sep 17, 2017
Mature

A pit formed in my stomach. I felt like I had been punched. I stared in disbelief at what I had just read in the paper. Under the obituaries, it was all there: her name, her photo and the details of very full life. The memories came back. She was a part of my past; a good part. I reread her obit. I was alone on my back porch overlooking my garden of colorful...

Til Lust Do Us Part

by LitEroCat on Dec 25, 2019
Erotic Couplings

For reasons I do not understand, I feel driven to journal this day live when possible. Following that same instinct, on this appropriately overcast day, I'm rushing through a damp and uneven, grassy cemetery to a burial. My black umbrella hooked on my wrist lurches as I avoid running. I'm just in time to see the casket drop into the ground and watch the mode...