It started while waiting for the school bus. I am the father of the most beautiful daughter in the world. At least, that's how I see it. Her mother and I divorced a couple of years ago but we stayed on good terms and we share custody of our daughter. Since my ex and I live within a couple of miles of each other, our daughter spends time with both of us ever...
A difficult day The men looked at each other nervously, their flatten noses, scars and physical bulk betrayed the fact they were former Special Forces. They never said whom for, but from their accent people would guess Eastern European. Generally at this point people cared more about the gun pointing at them than to inquire further. Used to working at night...
This is the third story in a four part series. It will make more sense if you have read the first two. Again, this is a fictional story of things which never happened and people who do not really exist even though they are all mature and consenting adults. At this point, the two husbands believe they have pulled off their plan to help Ann and thereby Ben a...
"Jesus, Spider, what a freak you are." Millisande snorted as she watched her poor husband strutting uncomfortably across the bedroom. She stepped up to the big man in the little pink frock and she twisted his right nipple, watching with pleasure as he winced. "Millie, please, it hurts." "It should hurt, a little bitch faggot like you needs a little hurtin...
Back in 1998 I was in one of the U.S. services and assigned to a staff. We were on a deployment and had pulled in to Fremantle, Western Australia. Being on a staff there were formal engagements we had to attend. On the night we arrived we were to attend a "meet and greet" at a hotel close to the harbor. For political reasons, attendance was mandatory for the...
Authors note: This is the first of a series of stories based on events during the 1970's. Though these stories can not be properly called historical, nor can they be called fiction. Rather they are distilled memories of my life and the life of friends and family during those heady days between the sexual revolution and the backlash of the 80's. So they fall...
It was an early Fall weekend, damp and chilly. Low clouds were covering Manhattan, obscuring some of the taller buildings. I was in my 16th floor apartment after a Sunday morning workout, scanning the headlines over a cup of coffee, when a piercing scream came through the walls. My apartment is an end unit, so I figured it had to be coming from either dire...
The next morning, I awoke with the sun shining on my face. It was later than I usually got up, but still fairly early, maybe 8 AM. I was a bit groggy, and then came awake with a flash. Had it been a dream? I reached down and checked my crotch and found that it was stiff and scratchy with dried juices - My God! It hadn't been a dream! I bounced out of bed a...
Up until the time I was married I would have never believed that there were two disparate Americas coexisting side by side forming unequal parts of the same whole; one of unbounded privilege and the other of implicit, soul-deadening servitude. To think that the vast majority of Americans were no more than indentured slaves to banks and corporations that rule...
Hello and thanks for stopping by this story. This is a very long story, and while I was tempted to submit it in chapters I decided to leave it in one piece. If it's too much to read all at once feel free to favorite it so you can go back to it easily. *** Pam Prescott was spending two weeks of her summer vacation with her mother and father at the same cam...