The end All this was a year ago. Perhaps I can best wrap the story up by offering a series of incidents during the intervening twelve months that strike me as particularly interesting or significant (or sexy or amusing. Or, in one or two cases, grim). * Last summer's birthday weekend was the turning point. Once all the girls were safely captured, and the...
Sydney's trip to Amsterdam was exactly what she wanted it to be; a little alone time to wander around a new city, relax, and let loose for a few days. She biked everywhere, enjoyed the cafes, met some locals in Vondelpark, and saw as many Van Goghs as she could. All up and down the canals, flowers were blooming beneath rows of ornate, narrow houses. Of cour...
"Melissa, I get the feeling there's something you're not telling me." My wife of fifteen years was acting strange. Usually, she wasn't the type to clam up about anything, but for some reason she looked uncomfortable whenever I said anything about Andre, this new assistant of hers at her office. He had only been working for her for about a month, but obvious...
Susie O'Hanlon was a young woman in need of adventure. She was bored with her life. It was hard for her when she went out clubbing with her friends, because she wasn't the tall thin blonde amazon that frequented the clubs she went to. She was small and voluptuous with junk in her trunk. She had dark hair with dark eyes but always dressed to accentuate her as...
Outcast My mom bailed me from the county jail after my DUI arrest. I had only been inside for a few hours, but I'd never been more worried or bored in my life. When we got home, my rucksack was waiting by the door, all my worldly possessions were packed in it, my father picked it up, threw it at me, and invited me to leave his house. That sucked. I w...
Thompson Industrial Park, Three PM, Wednesday Roger Goodman smiled as he left the offices of his latest conquest. Stopping once more to look from the parking lot, his six-foot, two-inch frame positioned his eyes above all the cars. There must be two hundred of them, he thought. He looked back at the two story brick building he’d just bought, along with the...
Copyright PennameWombat October 2019 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual...
**I mention a couple of old books in this chapter. As much as I tend to go for facts, I'm playing a little fast and loose with the dates of their publication. An English translation of one of them might have been available in Europe at the time that this tale is set. It's anybody's guess whether a copy might have made its way to New Mexico by then to land in...
The following is a story of two brothers ... and ultimately their wives. It's a true story. All sex described involves only characters 18 years old or older. I hope you'll enjoy it... Thursday night, early September 2007 "C'mon, it's early," I lured as I stood next to my brother in front of the row of stained urinals. The beer we'd been drinking for the l...
These are just story fragments -- three creatures, which have been floating around in my mind for a while and are offered in an unfinished and abbreviated state. Please beware: these stories feature cuckolding and adultery, severe husband and boyfriend humiliation, cruel wives, and a completely treacherous and promiscuous girlfriend. I don't pull punches in...