Originally this was to be the conclusion of the Megan and Kyle story arc and the launch of a new series. It is written from a different viewpoint, and all the stories were to take place in the same location, a series of beach houses. At this point, I view the new series sort of like a failed pilot for a TV show. An interesting idea that I may return to somed...
It is the shortest day and the longest night, and I have come of age this day. Yet I grieve also, and the woman for whom I grieve I had thought to be my mother all my life. But now I find that she was not my mother, and now I am motherless. My name is Alex Cain, and I am motherless, and I swear to find my mother. The funeral cortege wound its way to the mau...
***Author's note: This story contains elements of consensual degradation and humiliation, body modification, intensive sexual servitude and diabolical mind-fuckery. Similar to my other stories, the characters are completely debauched, the sex scenes are gratuitous and the plot is completely unrealistic and over-the-top. Read on at your own peril. I do not al...
All characters in this story are over the age of 18-years-old. There are no underage characters. This is a Halloween contest story. Please vote. * Ghosts come out to play on Halloween "Well, here we are," said John, the Mayor's assistant, pulling up to the house. A typical politician, he was a gray-haired, portly man in his late fifties with darting eye...
Chapter 24 – A special incentive program for the house crew Monica was laughing as she came into the kitchen to fix herself breakfast. Zoey gave her a questioning look. Monica said, "Well, I guess you could hear; they started the house addition this morning. I gave the guy on the backhoe a real thrill a couple of minutes ago." "What'd you do?" I heard all...
THE TOUR: The houseboy stepped into the kitchen. A strawberry-blonde MILF sat in a chair by the kitchen table, reading some news articles on her tablet. She motioned for him to come to her. When he got there, she deftly unzipped his fly, pulled out his semi-hard cock and began to suck. Once he was fully erect, she began deep throating him all the way down...
It was a dismal April day and word was spreading through the camp that Bob Lee was going to throw in the towel. I don't know how the other boys felt about it, but I hadn't been fighting those damned Federals for four years just to walk in front of them and lay my Enfield down. Bob Lee could give it up at Appomattox, but I wasn't by God going to do it. They c...
Hello, this short story presents a (my) conclusion to the two stories - "Something We Have to Talk About" by nici - which is the original story line. And the companion story - "Nothing To Talk About" by poorrichard. I was intrigued by nici's concept of the story, but it left me hanging in "mid-mind". Then poorrichard added his version of how the principle ch...
She bought the house on a whim. Minerva Hughes was driving through Tennessee on a much needed vacation when she spotted the house. It sat far back from the road looking as if it was begging for someone to stop and look at it. She looked at her watch and she was making good time; she would be in Memphis two hours early and decided that she had time for a quic...
Sheriff Barker peered over the edge of the twelve-foot boat. He held his aluminum Maglite in his hand as he looked into the black water of the swamp. One of his deputies was beside him, holding a large rechargeable spotlight. He shined it ahead of them, as another deputy maneuvered through the cypress knees using the trolling motor. "Whoa," Barker said. He...