I wrote this months ago for Oscar but never published it. Now I see that he has convinced a few others to write similar stories. I was asked to publish it. Irene's New Boss As I rode along in the crowded bus bunched with the other passengers into downtown Barcelona, in my mind, I was going over the conversation I had last night with my husband and was gett...
Author's note, for all readers: This is Irene's story. My first attempt to write a story based on a reader's fantasy. I am not allowing comments on this fantasy as I am aware that some people who choose to read stories in this category will denigrate this person for their fantasy despite the fact that it is a fantasy not reality. If you find this story e...
AUTHORS NOTE: No, there isn't any sex in this chapter. But hopefully it sets the scene for future chapters of Jessamy Beech in which there will be. "If ye untie me I'll give ye the best fucking y'ever had," said Hamnavoe from the shadows, "ye look like you could do wi' one ..." Jessamy Beech ignored him and rotated the spitted squirrel a quarter turn. The...
WARNING: The complete story is LONG. I've written some long ones, but this one is much, much longer... *** -- PROLOGUE -- *** She was gorgeous. Her black hair was straight and smooth and hung like a silk curtain over her shoulders. Her face was a work of art, with high cheekbones and luminous eyes. Her light skin was soft and unblemished. Even her name w...
"Costa Rica? Why Costa Rica?" she asked. "Consider it a working vacation." "You know I don't like the water, right?" He gave her that patronizing look she found so annoying before saying, "Oh, come on. A little water won't hurt you. Besides, we'll be at a very nice hotel most of the time, so the closest you're gonna get to the water will be sitting on th...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned. *.*.* Chad Boyle sat on the bench and watched the Saturday afternoon shoppers parade by. The Courtyard Mall in Pinoak, Louisiana was designed to be...
I would like to thank my team. They are: Girlinthemoon, Norafares, Hal, Pixel the Cat and GeorgeAnderson. Harddaysknight is my mentor and gives me critical review. SBrooks103x also gives me a pre-post read. I thank you all. Thanks to the folks at Sports Illustrated. Author's note: I'm not an attorney. I found out as much as I could, but I'm not a profession...
As I held my wife's pale delicate hand, she slowly opened her eyes and gave me a weak smile. "How ya feelin' babe?" I asked Beth's body was gaunt and terribly thin; her beautiful brown hair a memory. Although she endured the second round of chemotherapy with stoic courage, the oncologist was doubtful that it would have any effect on the rapidly advancing...
November 1948 Oakland, California Bleary-eyed and doing his best not to fall asleep, John Crossfield cast a weary gaze on the departure board above the ticket counter for the tenth time in about as many minutes, then, looking at his Hamilton wrist watch, he hoped against all reasonable expectation that today's train would be called on time. It was almost...
CHAPTER 1 Darcy Farnsworth was tiring of world travel and seeking to be hired to do whatever when within sight of his last dollar, Euro, Rand or funny money if he were in one of the smaller nations. Derrick -- or Darcy as everyone including his mom called him -- had left home three years after graduating to see how the other half lived. It was now 'been th...