*Author's note: I think the title for this story is fine, but I thought seriously about calling it The Things We Do For Love because it really is amazing what people will do love. The female main character in this story (fictitiously) did something for her ex-husband I have personally experienced (and written about in another genre), so it's not all that f...
**All characters are over 18 **This is a SERIAL so it is a running story so please look for the following installments! This one lays a lot of groundwork so if it's a little slow I apologize! * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * Justin lay back on his bed as she unzipped his pants. He was going to make sure she finished this time. Her hand re...
Christina, Ashley, and Justin spent the rest of the afternoon sitting around the pool, relaxing in the sun. Justin remained naked the entire time while Ashley ended up putting her bikini top back on. She wasn't yet as comfortable as Justin was being naked, especially in front of Christina. "Anyone want to order a pizza?" Christina asked the group as they c...
"You're the sixty-ninth caller!" the voice on the other end of the phone yelled into Justin's ear. "Yeah? Wow! Did I win the new Eminem CD?" "You sure did! And..." Justin had never won one of these silly radio contests before. Though it was just a silly CD, he was thrilled to have finally won something. His radio played a Honda ad in the background follow...
Natalie thrust her short story into her husband's hands and fought hard to contain her laughter. He read the title and beamed with obvious pleasure. "Storm Chasing Man?" He said, sinking into his corner of the bed. "Did you write this?" He asked. She nodded, wanting desperately to stifle her excitement. Justin began reading immediately and became spellbound...
June 7, 1883 -Justin Ivey- After I read the letter Damon wrote to Jesus, I fold it back into itself and start digging a grave. I am uncertain of how many graves I should be digging. I am three feet deep, three feet wide, and seven feet tall before I stop to rest. I sit with my feet in the grave and look at the smoldering rubble of the house. I cannot belie...
Author's Note - This story is filed in Novels but is heavily BDSM in nature so feel free to skip over it if that's not your thing! Thanks everyone for continuing to read and support this story! For those just jumping in here, I recommend starting at chapter 1 to fully understand the characters and background. Thanks also to ftw752 for continuing to give m...
Waking up by being rocked gently back and forth was something Justin had not experienced since he was married. But there Julie was rocking him back and forth. "Wake up, baby. You have work and your food is getting cold." Justin could only answer half awake and scratching at his eyes. "What...what time is it?" Julie's comforting voice answered, "It's seven...
Naomi walks into class; a girlish smile plays across her lips. She can feel Justin's gaze on her. He is still in disbelief at the knowledge he has come to learn. They have had no contact for nearly a week. Naomi carries on with her other classmates in a cool, collective manner. Justin is a bit withdrawn, questioning how he should react to her. She stops at h...
Chapter One of Six Location: New York City, United States - November 3, 1938. The European Continent had plunged into another war. Just days after British Prime Minister, Neville Chamberlain, came home in triumph from Germany with a signed treaty and spoke his famous "I believe it is peace for our time." It was a worthless promise from Adolf Hitler. It w...