"I can't go back to that house, ever. I won't. No one can make me, and he's gone. I'm by myself. No surprises there." I didn't realize that I was speaking aloud, until someone behind me said, "Pardon me?" I turned in embarrassed surprise. "Oh, nothing," I replied, and hurried away. It was a clear day, not a cloud in the sky, pleasantly warm, a small breeze...
INTRODUCTION The assistant director called "Next" and a six-foot-three slender guy with dark-eyes and dark hair slicked back was pushed on-stage and the assistant director sighed and patted her pussy and whispered, "Down girl." "Name?" "Eugene Ejack." Those around her laughed but Pauline kept a straight face never knowing when and where a union spy was h...
There I stood outside the doors of the warehouse. It seemed to stretch out a half mile in both directions. Through the window, I could see a receptionist sitting at a desk talking on the phone. I pulled the newspaper ad out of my back pocket. 'Wanted: Participants needed for a sexuality study that seeks men between 30 - 50 years of age. All inpatient expe...
The following story is based on the Jason Isbell song of the same name. The plot undoubtedly deviates from the intent of Mr. Isbell's song, though his lyrics in their entirety are included here. They are denoted by italics at various places within the story. * Jenn Ryan was the best thing that ever happened to me. But she would be the first to admit, she...
Introduction By way of an introduction this story is largely fiction, but is still rooted in some fact, so let's say it's fictiony. I have an uncle, now deceased. He and his wife had a big bunch of kids. Let's put things in perspective; you could have a bunch of kids, a big bunch, or a whole big bunch. He had his own gas station and a mind of his own. He di...
Chapter 7: The race resumes The excitement in the afternoon air crackled like electricity. Erika nudged her raven-haired friend. "What do you think?" Becky glanced at the blonde. What did she think? Other than not having seen much of Thomas lately, she thought that life was pretty much perfect. And she had Erika to thank. It was the blonde who'd found t...
Note: I like my stories to be a little humorous and different. Make sure you are at least 18 years-old and enjoy. It was a cloudy day when I returned from lunch to find a letter sitting on my chair. It was addressed to me, Steve Duncan and was stamped Personal and Confidential. I receive letters like this one quite often so I just stuck it in my inbox. I ha...
Chapter 1: We Met We met at a New Year's party at my best friends house. In fact, I was living with he and his girl friend at the time. I had just broken up with my girlfriend of two years, Sue Lin. Eric and I had been friends since our first day at the University of Hawaii. We were both standing in line waiting to register for history class. We started ta...
Writer’s Note: This one is a little different. First I want to warn you that this is part one of three and this opening scene is not what it seems. But speaking of the opening. I’m curious if anyone can figure out who the two are before you get to the part of the story that tells you. If so please send me a comment. Other comments are welcomed of course E...
Authors note: This story is a continuation of Reindeer games and involves the setting and characters developed in that story. * Jill had been over to the house a number of times in the weeks following the Christmas party, and I had to admit I had enjoyed every visit. She seemed to delight in wearing different sexy outfits for me, some provocative and some...