Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, writings about his life. I have edited these accounts and will post them when I can. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at least 18 years old...
I woke up lying in a patch of grass next to a dirt road. I was naked. My eyesight was blurred and I had a terrible headache. My stomach was upset. I turned over on my stomach, got up on my hands and knees and started to throw up. After several minutes my vision cleared. But I stayed on my hands and knees, breathing heavily. After several more minutes someo...
I had just finished landing a nice lake trout when I noticed that the light snow had just turned heavy. It was Labor Day weekend and heavy snow was not common for this part of Colorado in the beginning of September. I decided that this would be my last trout for this solo hiking trip and I returned to my shoreline camp to cook my trout dinner. As it was stil...
I'll be your cowboy You can be my lady I'll give to you my leather You can give me your lace Cody My name is Cody. I run 5000 head on 20,000 acres of prime Wyoming land. I call it the Rocking J ranch. Been pasturin' part of the herd up in the high country. But its late October now and I gotta get 'em back to the holding area. It's already snowed up he...
Author's note: As usual, I'm including a summary to remind everyone of the previous chapters. But I strongly recommend new readers go back and read from the start instead of trying to pick things up here. It's complicated! Either way, though, thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy the story. The series so far: Simon Kettridge, fantasy novelist, has inexp...
They called it the "Blizzard of the Century," which most people ignored because it had been the third one that decade. But afterwards, they stopped using the phrase for a good twenty years. It wasn't that big a deal to Michael, except that now he had to clear off the solar panels on his roof. Nobody was around to help him, but that was the point of his winte...
"I really need to get back to the station." Kirstin re-iterated as she walked up the steps to Sakeena's house. "Yeah but you need pants first, unless you want to go to work in your tightey whities." The joke made Kirstin's fists tighten, another knock on her sense of pride. It was true she did feel incomplete, even with Sakeena's coat acting as a skirt. "O...
On January 24, 1965, I reached the mature age of nineteen years and left Michigan State University in a snowstorm. It had snowed more than a foot and the drive south to Baroda took over six hours. I have reflected on that day upon more than one occasion in my life, and still marvel at how seemingly innocuous events can have such far-reaching repercussions....
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is written in first-person subjective narration format. Most first-person narration stories involve an *objective* narrator, who describes events as they actually happen (but of course, the concept of "actuality" depends on acceptance of objective reality). In this story (as with most of mine) the narrator is highly subjective. She...
If this is your first look at my Chantal stories it will require quite a lot of reading to catch up but they really should be read from the beginning. It was now gone three in the afternoon and my complement of girls was back up to six, just six to entertain what on a normal Friday would probably be upwards of 150 gentleman. This was just about possible wi...