So, where'd I leave it off? Yeah, Theriot, Louisiana. That Godforsaken place. My brother, Mark, daughters Alexis, Ashley and Vivica. And Mark's mojo. I don't know exactly what the powder was that Mark sprinkled on my face. I, however, do know that if I were a drug junkie, that stuff would be better than anything I know of – think LSD, shrooms, ganja and ec...
(This author does not compose stroke stories. This author does recount true-life events in a fictional format.) * Monterey California, 1969. August had turned the perpetually green California hills to a rusty brown. Chugging up the P.G cutoff in my wheezing VW bus, I had just enough money in my pocket for a half a tank of gas and a bottle of wine - staples...
*Our shadow is always with us, thou we cannot always see it* (Thanks to Talenwolf for ideas story ideas and Shawhollow for editing.) (There is a great deal of violence in this tale but I promise it will make sense before we are done. The 'hero' is no Conan the Barbarian – normally. Slapping girls and woman is very abnormal but I hope understanding will com...
After careful review, this chapter contains no sex, but it does, however, explain the characters and sets up the plot for the remaining chapters which should all have explicit sex in them. You can still skip this chapter if you prefer and pick up the basic plot. Author's note; this story is fiction and you will find several things altered. The gang known as...
A lot had happened in the last week to Master Sergeant Charles E. Cobb, USMC, ret. On 30 June 2002, he had retired from the Corps. He had sold his property near Camp Pendleton. Pulling a trailer with all his belongings, he had made it to Lewiston, Idaho in time to sell his car, bid for, and get, one of the school buses the school system disposed of annually....
As dawn broke over New Orleans, the large pink clouds of early morning rushed through the skies as a hot wind blew steadily from the south. All over the bayou the moist warm sea breeze heated up the city up like boiling cauldron. Steam rose from the slick wet cobblestones of the French Quarter as the rain had briefly cooled things down overnight. This slight...
It was raining, as it always seems to just when you are caught somewhere well away from shelter but I made it to the rickety lean-to with the bus company logo fading away in white and orange on each side without actually getting drowned. The shelter barely defeated the larger drops and none of the cold sleet riding winter's icy breath as I huddled in its dub...
I had initially considered posting this for the Holiday contest, but Murphy's Law (and endsems) ensured that I could not get around to writing it till now. Credits to my editor zoyiab. Anyway, vote, comment, and send private feedback to let me know what you think of it. ---- Karen Carmichael had always been somewhat of an enigma. She was one of the most t...
"Not like that, wrap it around tighter." The cable was snaking around Sarah's ankles and upwards to her thighs. She wanted it coiled around her, so she could feel the plastic gnawing at her naked skin. Somehow, she loved this. "I don't even have to be fucked up for it." The sun was rising and it was making the room warmer, swelling the humidity up past wha...
I was standing in a park smoking a joint and listening to a blues-jazz band play on a warm summer afternoon when I first saw her. She was standing about ten feet away, and I knew with my first glance that she was an exceptional woman. Her tall, lean body and wide shoulders, her dark blonde hair and her gentle curves were by themselves enough to get my full a...