I've never been the kind of man who focuses much on the past. My father taught me from an early age to have what he referred to as a "windshield" mentality. Basically, he taught me that you should focus on the road ahead and not worry about the past. So, while I like to think that I have learned from my mistakes and celebrated my victories, I have always tri...
Reader, this is a story of a loving wife's blackmail, and subsequent loving acceptance of her lover, including his son, there is a touch of lesbianism too. * Sara was on the phone talking to a friend who she was meeting for lunch, they hadn't met for 3 years and she was on her way to meet her. Her phone beeped it was another call coming in but she didn't...
I am sorry for the long delay i could bore you with the details but I don't think that would be a good idea anyway my editor and i are working to get the rest of this series out enjoy! feedback is always appreciated the good and the bad. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "What do you mean there on they're way here?" grandfather asked. "Damien told me that they're...
Another familiar face introduces itself. Nancy is her name. I see that her hair is damp as she thrusts out a hand to shake mine. "How are you? Is Stephaney here with you or couldn't she make it?" she asks me, smiling. "Sorry for the damp hands. It's started coming down out there and I just got in." Rain. I can hear it above the dull roar of the room, beat...
IMPORTANT NOTE TO READERS! - As an official disclaimer, it must be noted and strongly emphasized that no sexual relationships between "underage" individuals and adults—either consensual or non-consensual—ever actually takes place within the descriptions and the general narrative of this literary work. As you read this story, you will come to realize that the...
In Marc's free time, he experimented with cooking. Jane and Paula liked the half-assed pasta-sauce he created. They did not just enjoy eating it, though. They suspected Marc made the pasta sauce when he was horny. As he stirred the sauce with his big wooden spoon, he imagined himself stirring the juices in their pussies. Sometimes he would get hard just th...
Chapter 3: Discovery! It had been three hours since the discovery of the wrecked truck and Donna's car. The discovery of Crystal's nude and abused body raised questions. Misty's bike was taken away for processing. The Cass County E.M.A. was called in and they pulled up to the sheriff's car. The woman got out and walked up to the sheriff. "Why was we calle...
The breaks of the 1991 Honda accord squealed unpleasantly as Howard urged the car to a stop in the driveway. Southwood Ave. This was the place. The car shuddered and slumped like an exhausted beast as he wrenched the key out of the ignition. Hands fumbling, he slid them into his beige pockets. The sun visor squeaked as he flipped it open. A few old wrinkled...
I drove up to her brother's 5th wheel and shut the car off. Sondra looked down at her hands that were resting in her laps and said, "I guess this is it?" I said, "No, I am not ready to leave you and go home. I'd just as soon stay up all night with you." She said, "Nate and Lori are probably asleep already but we can probably just sit outside or something....
After a good nights rest for some, it was back to business. Jack and Elle were studying the large solar panel covers on the interior that were powerless to open. The ship still produced a tiny amount of energy but not enough to accommodate larger functions. These doors were all over but sealed shut. They could easily radiate the entire craft if all were ope...