Chapter 19. Melody/Ruthie Melody was one of just two acts Robby Chapman kept from the bankrupt company he bought. He did so on the recommendation of his cousin Edie and her husband Allen. Like many others Robby saw Melody as not worth the trouble. Allen saw her as a gifted musician and fine songwriter. Edie saw her as a potential idol to young ladies and g...
[The final reveal for these two, mostly from his POV. As expected, intended to be read in sequence, but as I always strive for, enjoyable on its own. Happy reading!] ***** "Damn, Jake. For such a gentleman, you are a very nasty lover. Jesus." I smile slyly as I offer her the water glass. "More where that came from." "I can only imagine. Your ex sure was...
Dear Reader, Thank you for all of the positive responses that I've received in regards to my first story. It has given me the confidence to continue writing. I find that using the dating profile summary adds something unique to my stories, it also helps in updating anything that has changed in the characters life. Any spelling and grammatical errors are so...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography, which is currently not updating. Stories after Music Box Dancer are: Return To Apple Grove, Media Matters, Swamp Frogs, Man of God, Fathers and Sons, Fire In The Hole, Ethical Dilemmas. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much apprec...
Fed's scream echoed through the ship. Sylvia and Melinda rushed to the cargo bay to witness Horatio place a tourniquet on Fed's mangled leg. "Karch we'll need a captain's override on the medications." Melinda said over the intercom. "Done." Karch replied. Melinda and Sylvia picked up Cook while the two attendants, uniforms stained with blood, carried Fed...
I'd fucked up. No two ways about it. I had fucked up good style. The worst thing about it was Tina, my wife, would never believe this was a genuine mistake no matter how much I pleaded my innocence. She would always have the thought in her mind that I had planned this all along. The furious "what the fuck" look on her face told me all I needed to know. Th...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the characters, video games, franchises, historical events etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic...
Men know the feeling when you wake up with your balls being absolutely sucked cleaned drained the night before. It is a nice light feeling. You feel fresh in a way. When I woke up after the car date night, I felt exactly that. I felt light and ready to have a productive day. Then I touched my phone. Sud had bombarded with texts through the night between 3 a...
Rekindled Passions: Alive Again! Stella was a sexy, sultry and what most would consider a SMOKING hot MILF, a 44 year old housewife who for all accounts had everything going for her. Physically speaking Stella had the body and the looks of a woman in her late 20's to early 30's, with a curvaceous form, not skinny, but by no means fat. Stella stood about...
A slight tip of the hat to Clemestra :) Thanks to Todger 65 for the edit. Prologue: The Tale of the Gods' Soiree. Zeus hated these soirees. Bad food, bad drinks, and the same old gods talking the same shit over and over, ad infinitum. Here, Hades gloomed over the finer points of lava rocks. Gods, that man is dull! There, Poseidon yapped about his gig a...