This story is paired with my story "The Climbing Tree!" For the greater part of the text they are the same story, however the two tales have different outcomes. For the convenience of the reader I have clearly marked the point of divergence, where the individual stories go their separate ways. If the "The Climbing Tree!" is fresh in the reader's mind, they m...
Chapter 1. It's been dark for hours now, and I'm still walking down long city blocks carrying my two suitcases. It's way too warm to be wearing much of anything, but I've got my raincoat on to protect me from the stinking weather. And I mean the word stinking literally. My coat is covered in slime from a really awful dank and oily mist. A summer fog with so...
After A Hot August Night. Why the Professor is not a cuckold. (This story is presented in two parts. The first part introduced the main adult characters and their activities while naked on a hot August night. This is the second part, where some interested parties engage a professor and get an informal class; it is intended to answer the questions raised in...
A silver CL-600 Coupe Mercedes-Benz sliced through the inky darkness with the speed and silence of a stealth bomber. Under the hood sat a 5.5 liter V-12 twin-turbo engine that threw out a whopping 493 horse power, allowing the vehicle to accelerate from 0-60 in 4.6 seconds. Its retail value is estimated at being in the vicinity of $128,000, making it a car n...
Tiffany. Maria. Sandy. Destiny. Chastity repeated the names to herself as she directed a coy smile at the man she had brought back to her apartment. Tiffany. Maria. Sandy. Destiny. They were the names of the women he had raped and then sent to the grave in one case and into the ICU with the others. They were women like her—women who shared an... affliction...
Light rain had been drifting down from the heavens all morning. The dark, foreboding rain clouds above might actually be smoke, and the drizzle falling to the earth could be spurting from an emergency sprinkling system which had been set off due to it. However, the only trace of fire in the Green Hills Cemetery resided in Penelope Baker's heart, which had be...
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...
She came hard. She came fast. She came loud. Louder than she'd expected to, at least. Louder than she'd intended. The rapid in-and-out breathing had turned into a repetitive series of increasingly high-pitched "ohs" as she'd begun to crest, and she was borderline ultrasonic by the time she hit her actual climax. It wasn't that these squeaks and squeals wer...
INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - High school teacher Humphrey Grim doesn't enjoy living in the 1960s, but the bad news for Mr. Grim is that it is only 1960. The students at his high school especially the seniors torment him with pranks and his marriage to his wife isn't in great shape. But what will happen one day after school when five students gloating over the...
The Curse of the Scots, Part Six Three people; all in love. It's a mess! The next morning when I awakened Cayden was already up and gone. He left me a note saying he had some work to do, but he'd be back in time for lunch. He thanked me for wonderful evening. I yawned and stretched; I think did a good imitation of Vivian Leigh after the night Clark Gable...