(Hi. I'm the Old Man. I've written several stories and posted them here before. Some of them are my fantasies and some are more truth than fantasy. The one thing they had in common was that they were all mine. This one is different. I was working in the yard a few days ago when a young friend, I'll call him Steve, stopped by with an ice-cold six-pack. Nothin...
Preface: My wife and I separated after 15 years of marriage. I initiated the separation for reasons that are less clear now then they must have seemed then. Jennifer wanted to preserve the marriage and we entered into counseling. To overcome our communication issues the therapist had us each write letters to each other throughout the duration of our counseli...
All characters in the following story are 18 years old or older. Special thanks to editor Pete_L I was naked and stretched out on his bed, watching him sleep. I know, what a cliché, watching him sleep, how romantic, blah blah blah. The truth is that he was mad at me for something stupid before he fell asleep and what I was really watching was his cock wh...
I stared at the text message on my phone as my son played alone in the sandbox. 'Having a wonderful time. Thank you for everything,' it read. Innocuous enough if anyone read it, but like an onion there were dozens of hidden layers. The simple truth was that my friend was thanking me for saving her marriage. That's right, without a degree, without any experie...
Since the parts didn't come in I had absolutely nothing to do all day, so I went home. Then I decided to surprised Lainey at work. When I got to her job they told me that she went on a break. I looked out into the parking lot and could see her car way in the back, she is probably out there having a smoke. When I get about 15 feet away I can see that her car...
We won't tell him. Ever. He has been so limitlessly sad since Julian died. There is nothing to do but stay next to him and hope he gets over it soon. It is mid-winter now in the fourth year of no more Julian. If he hadn't been under doctor's care, we don't know what would have become of him. He has slit his wrists twice now and sleeps rarely. We take turns...
My name is Tom Rogers and I'm 46 years old. My wife Peggy and I have been married since my third year of medical school. I am presently a practicing gynecologist at the Collins Clinic in Springfield Missouri. Our two kids, a son and a daughter, are both at MU and both are going to become doctors, following in the footsteps of their grandfather and me. We hav...
This story is told from the Mad Clown's perspective. Any grammatical errors or oddities are intentional. Any spelling errors are not, and I will greatly appreciate them being pointed out. A couple of warnings. There is some extreme violence in this, nothing I'd really call torture though. I'll also warn you that I can be a fucking terrifying person sometime...
Yasmina stared out across her backyard, her mind in confusion. Four days ago, she had spent one of the most wonderful nights of her life with her new personal slave, Daniel. She had told herself that she was going to remain detached from him, that she was going to pretend that he was just another client, albeit it, a client that personally served her. And th...
It was hard to go looking for a job. It was hard to go grocery shopping. It was hard to visit friends. Hell, it was hard to do anything! He couldn't take her anywhere with him, at least not yet. He had only brought her home a few days ago and some human tasks were proving quite difficult to teach her; Self restraint for one. He couldn't imagine taking her...