Jess Simpson walked out of the county jail into bright sunlight. He stopped and squinted his eyes against the suns glare. It was just past 11 p.m. and already sweltering hot. He watched the heat waves rise from the hot asphalt street in front of him. The grass was already dry and brown looking in the summer heat. Jess looked in the small parking lot beside...
Hey Folks. It's cold out there. We have a new year and all kinds of things to think about. For this story I thought about the way that JPB tends to leave a lot of his stories open at the end. I think that in some cases this is a great tool because the reader can imagine his own ending. In others it can be extremely frustrating because our minds always cry ou...
June 2016: University of Washington, Seattle, Washington "Lachlan Dale James, mechanical and structural engineering." Lock shook hands with the university official he'd never seen before, turned to face the audience, flipped his tassel to the other side, then hollered out, "Love you Mom and Dad!" as his parents cheered loudly for their only child. True to...
All the characters in this story are fictional; any resemblance to anyone alive, or dead is simply just uncanny. All characters in this story are 18 years or older. This is the ninth chapter of Montana Summer Series; I am simply amazed that it has gotten this far. Thanks to all the people that have kept me up late nights writing. I would also like to thank...
*Author's note: After seriously looking at just how many gorgeous women there are who are over 60 a few months ago, I'd planned to write a trilogy of stories dedicated to what I'll call 'much-older women' but forgot to mention it. I meant to share my idea when I wrote House Swap but forgot. Then I forgot again when I wrote Ticketed. So I'm finally rememberin...
The office Christmas party was boring, well for me anyway, everyone else was in the conference room laughing, drinking and having what sounded like a great time, me on the other hand had decided to exclude myself, I sat at my desk with my feet up and a glass of Katrina approved soda, resting on my pants – the front shield was good for one thing, I also had a...
The five-dinner tradition started with Jenna. It had been a while since we slept together -- she had her modeling gigs and I was preoccupied with getting the groundwork laid for starting up my electrician business again. I missed her, not just for the phenomenal sex or her drop-dead body, but the company of her. I was feeling pretty mellow about things. My...
This isn't really the story I wanted to break into Loving Wives with. But when I realized that the holiday contest was coming, I couldn't resist writing this tale for it. But as the deadline approaches I realize I want to not rush this and make it a better tale. There is violence, but not enough to rival most network television. There is also no sex in this...
Author's note: This story contains adulterous, interracial sex. If that subject matter offends you, kindly choose another story category The story runs a little long, but a lot of easy-reading dialogue fills the pages. It is told in subtitled sections, making it easy to pause your reading and pick up later where you left off. A husband discovers that a f...
Saturday Evening "Now that is how you wear a dress." Jessica Stewart blushed a little under her friend's compliment, although she had to agree with Margo. She balanced on her toes like a dancer, stretching her diminutive body. "It's not too short, is it?" she asked, smoothing the blue silk across her flat stomach and legs. It didn't reach the middle of her...