A Pound of Cure To fully understand the context of this story, I suggest you first read "An Ounce of Prevention." As always, constructive comments are welcome and appreciated. Remember, this is a work of fiction, not a docu-drama. Ron Wiseman was eager to get home to Amy, his lovely wife of 11 years. Things had gone well after her new boss, Mike Armstr...
by Philip Johnson Chapter One I had lived in the Midwest for all of my thirty-seven years, and a good number of those years were shared with Pat. We never married but we had been inseparable. Now, all of a sudden the Midwest and Pat seemed out to get me. It started with me coming home from work one day to find a note from Pat saying goodbye. It seemed sh...
Beginning Again "So you like your present?" "Yes master. I love it. Maybe it's because I'm not used to it but..." "It sometimes sends you 'a message' when you least expect it." The chuckle came through her headphones. "That's not the only message it's sending is it?" "No," she joined his laugh. "Any white boy gets that far will soon see that you're...
Chapter Seven: Fighting the system A shiver of horror washed through me as I turned back to Gretchen. Her right hand was smeared with blood and she was as pale as a ghost. My first thought was personal: how the hell do I get myself mixed into these unbelievable situations? I shoved that thought away. There would be time for personal thoughts later, but righ...
Chapter One Two weeks after the Femdom Spanking Poker Party, Marion and Debbie had been invited to a luncheon at the home of one of the ladies who was on vacation the night of the party, Sara. Attending the luncheon was all those in attendance that night (Jacki, Jenny, Beth, Marion, and Debbie, plus the two missing women, Sara and Gloria. Debbie and Marion...
For the record, this IS the final Chapter. I really hope everyone enjoyed reading it, as much as I did writing it. After 316 pages and 137,125 words, I think it's time to give my friend Kevin a break. Thanks to Dawn, Jaz, Tanja, and Misty for all your help with the novel. You are all truly gifted and it's an honor to call you my friends. Now let's find out i...
As I walked down the jetway about 6:45 p. m. toward the first class section of Delta Flight 4383 (operated by Virgin Atlantic) I was still sore from my full body workout with masochistic female trainer Jill. I didn't know that it was my normal trainer Vince's day off and that I'd have the trainer from Hell when I arrived at the gym otherwise I might have ski...
Chapter 4 Chris stood in Sarah's kitchen as she looked at him. She was taking the news fairly well seeing as how he had just told her he was going to Chicago for a while, and an NSA agent would be following her while he was gone. He also was leaving his pistol with her. For one he couldn't get it through the airport, and also he wanted her to have some form...
Something just a tad bit different. Depending on the response, I may follow up with other stories similar to this. As always, constructive comments are always welcome and appreciated. Please remember this is a work of fiction - a flight of fancy, if you will. For those who like to poke holes or be overly critical, that means it's not real. So sit back and...
As promised Monica Gift made her way down to the Dolphins Den Carwash. Her paramour of the day Wade Hawkins whose Dad owned the establishment worried that she might not show up. Ever since the day he met and won a full sized bed from Dave Calahan's Mattress store he had been given the chance to tap young Monica on her terms. Namely, set the bed up in a Carwa...