The bar tender set the beer down in front of Ryan. He picked it up and stared pensively into the tall glass of gold liquid. He took a deep breath before his first sip, wondering what he was doing here. He spent a considerable amount of time in airport bars, usually passing time while waiting to board to a plane. However, this was the first time he had stoppe...
John and I have known each other since we were kids at school, where each of us had acquired a kind of hero status amongst our classmates for jacking off during French. For our checkered history of misdemeanors, we had long been banned from sitting together. The principal had seated us at desks on opposite sides of the classroom. We took fiendish delight i...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
A note to the observant: Almost all city names are false; they were taken from a variety of fantasy sources. All characters are based on real people, so it is no coincidence that they are the strongest part of the story. Names, and sometimes personality and personal history, have been modified to protect the innocent. The events of this story, however, are c...
Even if everything had gone perfectly, it was still going to be a shitty trip. After three years of criss-crossing the country, camping out in one drab conference room after another, eating the same awful room service in different awful hotel rooms, I was done. On any given week, my body might be in Toledo or Topeka or Tempe or wherever, but my mind was an...
Nike was all of 5' 3" in shoes and nearly 107-lb when soaking wet. She was a petite raven haired beauty that could pass for an American Indian, a Chinese woman or even a Philippine-American, since all the blood-roots ran in her ancestry. But she was borne and raised in Louisiana, and spoke both Creole and English- with a heavy accent barely understandable ou...
I don't know your editor. But I'm guessing mine is better than yours. As always, AnInsatiableReader deserves a ton of thanks for plowing through this. When I send it to her, it looks nothing like the finished product you're about to read. There's not a lot of sex in this one. You'll see why. If you've come this far, occasional chapters with minimal sex don'...
Note: Today I am happy to present to you a jumbo chapter! This one is twice as long as my other chapters usually are. Fair warning, though, it's also probably twice as extreme, probably the most extreme I will be getting in this series. But even this kind of out-there scene has it's purpose in the plot and I think this is the climax of Aria's character arc (...
****Note**** My apologies, I have changed the story around a bit, including chapter 1. I just wrote and posted it, before I completed the story. As a result, when I got to the end, some stuff in Chapter 1 had to be changed, coz it was out of alignment. And I didn't like it anymore, coz it was kind of shoddy. I know it's a bit of bother to have to re-read i...
Danny checked round the room one more time before looking at his watch for what must have been the hundredth time in the past hour. The bed was neatly made, the blinds were drawn, and all the things he hoped would be needed were on the nightstand. Don had called to say he'd been delayed and Danny hadn't been able to prevent a groan of disappointment escapin...