Author's Note: I'd like to thank my editor, Rip_isback, for his expert editing and advice. * I had just gotten home from work; I had a hellacious day at the office. I walked in the house and see my wife Robbin working at the kitchen table. "That's it!" I exclaimed. "I'm so sick of dealing with this shit. That fuckwad Marvin is busting my balls again ove...
By the time she dragged herself from the bed and then emerged from the bedroom, she was proud of herself for being mostly clothed...although she hadn't put on her boots or done much of anything with her hair yet. And there was John, long dressed and mostly done with making breakfast. He was wearing his shoulder holster, which meant that he planned to take a...
I extend a happy haunted Halloween to all. AGENT OF STALK IN L.A is the prequel to AGENT OF STALK IN PRAGUE. Whatever order you choose to read them in, both stories are self-contained, neither betrays the secrets of its sister tale, but I wrote the L.A. story second. PRAGUE was narrated from Clive Mercer's hardbitten point of view, but in L.A. I wanted Mer...
The Predator's perspective -- a rather long story. I must immediately declare that I am the enemy. I'm not a cuckold; on the contrary I am one of the band of men who make it possible for husbands to wear that label of opprobrium. To put it more bluntly - I provide the spunk for other men to eagerly lick from their wife's well-fucked cunt. I say this with ne...
A modern telling of Scheherazade My sister snored and night after night I'd lay in bed, wide awake, wishing I could have my own room, something that was impossible in our small house. In the room next to ours, my dad also snored and I have no idea how my mom could sleep, but she did. Even with the doors closed and the pillow and covers over my head, the sno...
1. Christi was in her kitchen at home one sunny morning after her husband Joe had left for work to go to his construction company. His 35th birthday was coming up and as she sat at the table sipping a mug of Chamomile tea, she pondered what she wanted to do to surprise him this year for his birthday. She thought back to last year and the trip to the Grand C...
Note from the author: Hi again everyone! I took some time off from writing new material because, quite frankly, no new material was forthcoming!!! I even considered calling it quits ... but this story thread kept clawing at me. Obviously, this is a another corny tale of fiction, but I hope I have treated these characters well. Anyway, as always, I hope you e...
Prologue This story is a rewrite of a story I previously wrote entitled "Coming Home." I have used many of the same characters but the plot has changed significantly. It is as far as possible historically accurate although of course the characters and the plot are fictional. The Nazi U Boat threat in 1941 was gradually strangling the UK supply lines and Me...
His first sensation was one of motion, of floating forward through no power or will of his own. Hot, humid air assaulted his face and chest and privates, which he suddenly realized seemed to be totally naked. The air was so moist and burning he could barely breathe. He noted that his body's lighter than air movement was not quite smooth, but rather jerky,...
*Author's Note: The idea for this story comes a newer TV series I've been watching, mostly because of the well-advertised May-December romance between two of the characters. This is my take on it which loosely parallels the show but has many differences from the TV script. It was fun writing, and I hope you enjoy reading it. ****** "No! Let me. No offense,...