I'm sitting at home on Saturday night, a fairly regular routine for me for the past 2 years. I'm an avid reader and sports enthusiast so there's seldom a time when I'm alone that I can't sufficiently fulfil my time without succumbing to boredom. However, keeping myself busy isn't quite the same as not being lonely. My divorce was final one and a half yea...
I sat listening in (mute buttons are wonderful things). She was really into role playing. "I'm going to pretend to be Betty. I'll even use her first name." I listened to her talk to the guys whose letters she liked: one guy was so angry about his marriage failing, he was a lousy prospect. "I want a good time" Tina told me after talking to him, "not baggage...
Chapter - 1 Jade was laying on the white sandy beach in Thailand. The sun was shining hot enough to make her sweat but the cool breeze kept her comfortable. As she lay on her back feeling the soft towel beneath her Jade listened to the breeze blowing though the palm trees that lined the beach. A vacation alone on the opposite side of the world was more adve...
The story is a bit on the light side and not to be taken seriously although some little bits are drawn from my past. Mike K was kind enough to edit out the worst of my bad grammar and spelling. I owe him a debt here. The story is not perfect but it is free. As always tell me what you think. ***** Father Dominic entered the dimly lit Newman Center Chapel....
They'd found the road to nowhere. Off the M4 was a road sign; "Brickspan Highway" That's what Fran saw. But now she queried why there were no other vehicles to be seen. There was something very odd about the scene. It was 1981 and the war had been over for years but the scene took on the look of a battle zone Let's stop, take a look up the map." Tom sugges...
Many thanks for an unbelievable degree of help from WestVACouple Who edited and made numerous suggestions to liven the tale and make it more readable and much more erotically vivid. ********************** Ellen and I were married in our sophomore year of College. We had dated throughout High School and ended up going to the same university with identical P...
This is a continuation of an earlier story. I completed this chapter several weeks after the first and neglected to post it. I have another chapter that needs editing. I will try and post it soon. You may want to read the first chapter of the story before reading this effort. I sat at my desk and watched my wife work in her office. There was an open space b...
I guess I should have expected that it wouldn't go well. I mean who was I kidding? Even I couldn't believe the way that things turned out. But God damn it this was supposed to be a wedding. It should have been a happy and somber occasion, not a fucking bar brawl. Okay, I can sense your confusion, so let me back up just a bit. My name is Dalton Jones. I'm r...
I DO take requests. And a couple of weeks ago a reader sent me a complete plot. I worked on his story while I was finishing the much longer piece that I just posted (in Romance). And I am fully aware that this is a LW cliché so please don't waste your time pointing that out to me. It was actually an interesting writing challenge to make the story a little bi...
Prologue: The Last Dance I peek out, the crowd awaits. I hear them holler and laugh and chatter at one another in their drunken revelry. My thighs are wet in anticipation, for I know this is my last performance. The crackling speaker announces me, heralds me. Barely audible over the static. With this I walk on, the sound of whooping applause and lewd gaze...