It's been a lot of fun writing stories here, and I wanted to say thank you to everyone who's written to me and/or commented on my work. I just wanted to let you know that I'm sorry for being gone for so long, but if you like what I write; it takes me more time these days, what with my second book getting ready to come out soon, but again, thank you all. Oh,...
Antonia was a fiery woman which is why she was now leaving the police station for the third time in two years. She had beaten up both her boyfriend and his lover and had sent his lover to the hospital with a bit more than superficial wounds. The Italian judge sentenced her to time served and admonished her to find someone faithful for a change. Antonia was...
It is assumed that you have read Part I before reading this but just in case, this fictional account takes place in the late 1960s. * I awoke Sunday morning to bright sunlight streaming through the open window and stretched my tired and surprisingly sore body, my morning wood quickly bringing back memories of yesterday. I stroked it a few times, my hard-on...
CHAPTER 1 Dylan Magee stood at the doorway looking into her mom's bedroom at the guy with his pants around his ankles who was holding her mom up high as he slowly and rhythmically shafted her. He's good, thought the 23-year old. And strong too. The guy who had his back to her had a real mop of dark wavy hair that suggested he would be closer to her age th...
The hitch-hiker. It had been nearly two years since my life partner of two decades had died, and in February 2014 I had finally made the move away from the Australian capital to rural eastern Victoria. The sale of my previous home had allowed me the luxury of buying suitable land in the quiet seaside village of Marlo, where the Snowy River meets the ocean....
CF: BM Dispatch Log, October 27, 2019 Dispatch received a call at 9:35 PM. A transcript of the call is attached below. Dispatch: 911, what's your emergency? Caller: I need help! Send someone! Hurry! Dispatch: What is the emergency? Caller: I want to report a rape in progress. Dispatch: Are you the victim of a rape? Caller: No. My wife is being raped....
Chapter 1 "Noah come we will have to go now" Claude called to Noah who was busy sweeping leaves the grave of Ferdinand Barbedienne on Chemin Mont-Louis. Noah put his broom into the wheelbarrow and followed Claude leaving Rene to take the wheelbarrow and other items back to the yard. Noah was a 24 years old student, a smidge under 6 foot tall, with a lean...
You never think of it, how the city is a lonely place. Surrounded by strangers at every turn, yet you can go for weeks without a conversation, let alone a genuine one. Hundreds of thousands of people dying for human contact. Often it reminds me of my honors biology teacher at Gompers High in Council Bluffs, telling about the many survivors of submarine atta...
Part Six Categories: Consensual, Group, Anal, Love. 46. When we returned to the house, Caroline thought it might be a good idea to go for a walk so we ambled along and around the block, just talking for half an hour. On our return, Alicia said goodnight with kisses to her mother and me and only just let Maddy do the same before dragging her to her bedroom...
This story is protected by (c) copyright and may not be duplicated, reprinted, copied or placed on any Internet Website without permission of the author. All rights reserved. *All characters in this story are purely fictional. Any first or surnames that are used are not the depiction of anyone in particular. *All sex described in this story is between cons...