"Are you really sure about this? It's a hell of a responsibility." "No, I'm not sure, but it's done now and there's no going back." "Yes there is; you could always..." "He's my son, Mary: I've let him down once and I have no intention of doing it again." "You didn't let him down, Helen. You didn't know... how could you have known?" "I wasn't there. I wa...
Well first off, this is set in the Jazz Age, otherwise known as 1920-1930. Plenty of things said won't make much sense to anyone born after then. So here is a little listing of said terms and an explanation. baby grand-muscle bound, not quite but same idee bimbo-This is a guy, more or less a heavy or bouncer breezer-convertible, that is a car for the dim...
I have a whole series of these stories written. They all revolve around Tucker Sims and his porn studio. Most of them work as stand alone stories, but some things will make more sense if you read them in the order they were posted. They are all fairly short, easy reads. I hope you enjoy them. As usual, the people and places are fictional. All characters are...
I hope you can forgive me for the length of time this has taken, but I am new to this and envisioned the story as much smaller. However, it seemed to take on a life of its own, as did the characters. I would like to thank tchr for the editing which went well beyond just fixing my truly terrible punctuation. I had to make major changes to the text after his l...
Sorrel, as a result of miraculously good timing, had escaped, at least for the time being, the eager scalpel of Hadamar's most infamous doctor, but her safety, like all things, was ephemeral, a momentary interruption in what might still be a long painfully slow and odiously ugly submersion into the abyss. Questions arose about Sorrel. Did she know things?...
Like mother like daughter. Based on the characters originally described in Mary Deanna's Anniversary Fuck by Anonymous. It was Wednesday. That meant that we'd have Robert Dunbar over for dinner again. Robert is a black man who's supposed to be a friend of my parents, but I suspect that really isn't true. He's been the only black man we've ever had visit us....
In disgust, Jeffrey Greenberg flung his copy of The Wall Street Journal to the rich oriental carpet in his opulent office on the 24th floor of the Nova Center building in Phoenix. "That goddamn woman and her husband aren't going to draw a peaceful breath for the rest of their lives if I can help it," he snarled aloud. Striding to the open door of his mahoga...
This story is told in non-linear style, so please tread carefully.... 1. He lies stretched out across the bed, naked from the waist up – a brown-skinned Adonis – his finger beckoning her towards him. She stands there across the room, gazing and admiring every inch of his body – his near perfect, beautiful body – both hands clasping the handle o...
My name is Joan. For the purposes of this story you don't need to know my last name, though I shall tell you a few details of my history and myself as they become pertinent to my tale. To start, I graduated from the University of Nevada, Las Vegas not long ago with double BAs in accounting and computer science. As our story begins I was 22 years old and had...
Disclaimer: The following is a work of pure sexual fantasy and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is...