My dad, he's a long-haul truck driver. Why? Well, because his dad was one. And grandpa was one because...well...his dad, my great-grandfather was one. Ah hell, I bet if you were to go back another generation you would find one of us hauling freight with a wagon and horses. Want to hazard a guess what I've spent the last few months in training for? Oh my n...
The fall air snapped crisply around the lovers legs. They walked hand in hand, mindless of the leaves crackling around their feet. Even the breeze through the trees sounded dry, crackly, as if it was electric. An overcast sky accompanied them on their journey, the wind promising rain sometime soon. They could smell it, taste it even. They reached their desti...
One Alec wasn't sure why he was at the party. For one thing, he disliked the host, a loud-mouth Wall Street attorney who enjoyed exhibiting his affluence. Secondly, there were too many people in the rooms, the small Upper East Side apartment filled to capacity with bodies of one sort or another, male, female, and various intermediates of uncertain sexuality...
Hi everyone. There is no sex in this story, sorry. I want to thank my wife for her help with this story. Her insight has kept me in the realm of reality. Well mostly. One little aside here. Recently I made a comment about Anonymous Andys. I meant to chastise those that write comments anonymously, denigrating my stories and me for writing them. I have no pro...
©2013 angelface195 all rights reserved *A note: First I want all of you Family Ritual fans to remember THIS WAS A DREAM! I dreamt the beginning and the end, so none of this is about my own spiritual or religious beliefs. IT WAS JUST A DREAM! With that said -- Here is the Ritual. We have one more chapter after this. Enjoy! Angelface195 *** The Cassidy's...
I had been out of work for over a year, and reached the end of my rope looking for the perfect job. The bills were stacking up and I was increasingly impatient to find any position, short of selling my fifty-plus-year-old self. Not that I couldn't have turned a good dollar, had I chosen that path. My healthy frame still supported a voluptuous and newly fit 3...
The first time Arup saw Rasika, he didn't really give her much of a second look. It wasn't because she was not good looking. She had a very pretty face with a white-pink complexion, big black eyes, slightly plump cheeks, and a sharp pointed nose that betrayed her Kashmiri genes. But she was dressed very simply, in a loose knee-length kurta and jeans with a c...
The war referenced in this story is fabricated in order to make the ages and time-lines work. At thirty she had it all, didn't she? Five years earlier her appearance on a television reality show had quickly brought her worldwide attention and fame. As cheesy as the experience had been, it had opened many doors for her. It hadn't hurt that she was beautiful...
© 2017 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts a moral right to be identified as the author of this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. Well, okay, this one's a kind of First Time...
This is the next, and likely the final story in the Brandt Family Adventures. For those unfamiliar with the series, I STRONGLY suggest that you read, "His Daddy's Car", followed by 'Change', and 'Searching' before starting on this story. This story follows 'Searching', and like it, takes place a few years in the future. There are several inferences of sex...