Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells Loving your enemy is easy ... you know precisely where both of you stand In case anyone cares: I do not hate China or the Chinese People. As a Global Power, the PRC is fair game to be a great antagonist in a fiction story. Not only do they have...
Thank you for all the positive comments on the first story, and requests for this Super Bowl sequel. You might find it helpful to read Ultimate Football Championship Game first. Fair warning, since this is the Super Bowl, things ramp up. The sequel includes anal and group sex scenarios. If you prefer stories without, feel free to pass on this sequel rather t...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. My apologies! This chapter may meander even more than usual as it is part of a collection of several short 'day in the life' journal style entries which have been linked to make up Chapters 29-31 Sorry about t...
CHAPTER 1 Late autumn snow had arrived. The riding school was closed until mid-spring so Rogan was ready to leave for his winter job splitting logs at the firewood and coal supply depot in the town as soon as Marin had arrived back from feeding hay to the horses that spent nights and stormy weather in the barn. "The kids are asleep. Have a cheerful day," R...
How "lucky" am I? That question used to be rhetorical. It needed no answer. Of course I was lucky. I had a lot to be thankful for. I have a gorgeous wife that is every bit my complement. I had two healthy kids that were great students. I owned my own company that is small but productive. Yep, I'm very lucky indeed. The question needs no answering. Of cour...
Author's note: Preparations for the wedding are moving into high gear. There will be very little sex from here out. Them's the breaks. If these two were only interested in sex, they would not be getting married. All characters are fictitious as are all the Chapter 7—Adjustments Interlude: 25th Anniversary Cindy: Dad tells me that the secret to anything...
Thank you to catbrown and searchingforperfection for editing this story. Once again, any remaining errors or problems are my responsibility. * The bone-white clouds hung in the sky: moist, cold and seemingly eternal. Alarmed at his turn of thought, Paul rubbed his eyes and forced his imagination elsewhere. The breeze coming off the small lake was too weak...
Belinda could feel the sweat dripping down her torso as she gave her presentation. She had been expecting that she would be teaching the local Aerojet engineers and their manager at their branch office in Socorro, so she had dressed appropriately for a formal training seminar in a venue with functional air conditioning. Her skirt and matching blazer with a d...
Early morning in Northern Wisconsin is truly breath taking. The increasing warmth of the sun as it begins to filter through the trees and chase away the winter chill. It's bright orange dome cresting a distant wooded ridge slowly turning the varying predawn shades of darkness to vibrant hues of yellows, pinks and purples. Sharing that special moment in time...
Sunday dawned rather over cast and foggy with a light drizzle falling. Not exactly the kind of morning I wanted to spend driving north in an unfamiliar rental van for 3 hours. But Kay and I had made plans to make our first antique buying excursion and I had scheduled a vacation day for Monday. At least we had no time constraints to deal with. At this time...