"Madigan? Are you in here?" Young James Ian Pryce cautiously searches the shadows of the unexplored areas of the Ganthorian Hilton. He needed advice and the chance to offer a warning to her. Uncertain now of what her mindset was after losing her physical body permanently for a second time. He had searched high and low in the corridors as well as rooms that...
The black stretch limo moved silently through the downtown street like a shark at dusk. The tinted windows protected the occupants from any nosy onlookers as it made its way north, toward the suburbs. Only the olive-skinned driver could be seen through the front windshield, his face mainly hidden by the classic chauffer's hat and his dark glasses. The grey-...
Copyright © 2018 by Richard Gerald I promised this story to Randy Black for her Sharing and Caring day, but I found myself in the hospital at the end of November. I've been furloughed out until the end of December, so I took the opportunity to finish this before I spend another week getting woken every four hours and turned into a pin board. I tried to f...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
Author's note: This is a work of fiction. The characters portrayed in this story are not real people. Any similarity between characters and organizations and real people is purely coincidental. Thanks to all who read Chapter 1 and provided criticism. It is always welcome...even the criticism that hurts. One apology...Someone pointed out that the Marines...
Part 1 I awoke with a jerk from a bad dream, the details of which fled with the opening of my eyes. There was a warm body in the bed beside me. It belonged to a doll named Isabella Wyona, as did the bed, the room, and the apartment. She was Caribbean, from a place called Cat Island. A fan dancer down at the Diamond Club and a pretty good one. Her deep brow...
I awoke to the familiar sounds of a hospital. The constant "beep beep" of a heart monitor, the smells of disinfectant, the soft noises. I tried to open my eyes but nothing happened. I tried to move and found I couldn't. I tried to open my mouth to call out and found I couldn't move. It was as if I was paralyzed. I lay there and just listened. Soon I was ab...
(I find it hard to believe how many women I've met that have lived with men that want them to sleep with other men. Maybe it's just that I don't hide that my ex-husband was obsessed with just that. Anyway I wanted to tell you Rachel's story. Again I'm telling her story in the first person. I did lack some of the details so I ad-libbed. I even used some of...
[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not totally conform to reality. With some historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or...
Kaddish "Day O!" Mary wiped her hands on a dish towel and went to the front door. Hannah and Bonita were doing a clumsy dance on the porch, singing and clapping their hands together. "Come Mister Tappyman, tappy my banana," Hannah sang. "Daytimes come and I want to go home!" Bonita responded. They stopped and looked up when they heard Mary laugh. "Wher...