Chapter 9 Note: This is a work of FICTION! Although the areas this story takes place in are real; all of the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for you are NOT REAL. As you read this story, try to remember: THIS IS A NOVEL! 31. Patricia and Stephano Get Married. After speaking to...
Copyright© 2010 by Jake Rivers Chapter Nine - Terry Wow! I couldn't believe I'd committed the revenue from my next three books on a ranch in Wyoming. Yeah, I had the first book in the editing process, but the second, my first western, "Death Rides the Range," seemed to be taking over my life. Last night I'd had another dream—one so realistic I remembered...
I saw something Thursday night that I thought I would never see. I was sitting at a red light on my way home. I was the third car back from the cross street when I saw my wife's' car go by with two people in it. I thought maybe she is taking someone home after work. I figured I would follow them to make sure everything was all right. There was two cars betwe...
"... I will have such revenges on you both,I will do such things ... what they are, yet I know not: But they shall be the terrors of the earth. You think I'll weep?No, I'll not weep: I have full cause of weeping; but this heartShall break into a hundred thousand flaws,Or ere I'll weep."Shakespeare King Lear II, iv,278 "Revenge should have no bounds."Shakesp...
So, in the first week of November the madness began; I had become an unfaithful wife; a slut, a harlot. I had started an affair with one of our closest family friends; a man we had known well for nearly twenty years, whose family we had shared holidays with, Christmases with and who was the father of our kids' best friends. Already in an unexpected state...
Looking back, I have my dog to thank. I treat him very well for his unwitting part in what has turned out to be the most gratifying sexual experience of my life thus far. No, it doesn't involve my dog directly, you sick fucker. He merely stopped to pee, and that has made all the difference. I am 34 years old, and not a bad looking man. I have had several me...
"Prologue: How it Began" The events described here happened in the 1970s. Before smart phones. Before the Internet. Hell, before Penthouse Letters. Which means that what I was (a cuckold) and what I am 40+ years later (still a cuckold) were not things I heard about and got curious; apparently they sprang of their own accord from my fertile and fevered littl...
This is a full-length novel that I'm currently working on. It's 100% fantasy and is an erotic exploration of a patriarchal society set up by men on a remote island. Everything in this story is 100% consensual however it does deal with aspects of surrender, bondage, dominance and pain through punishment. Please do not read if this is not your thing. *** I k...
LIVE IT - - - by JJ. Bambi was an immediate improvement in my life and I enjoyed a friendship that I hadn't experienced in years. She never intruded on my privacy and yet she was there when ever I wanted to talk. She seemed to display a good sense in matters that helped me with my life. She was a neat housekeeper, a good cook, and she pressed both of our cl...
I slumber. Timeless, unbound by the constraints of the world, shifting on ethereal currents. Fragments of memory flicker across what consciousness is left to me, life, death, blood, pain. Always I come back to the end. Bound, sealed, shut in a crypt, a circle of light traced with runes. The flow of power, of essence, across my skin. The chanting of the robed...