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Mike's Navy: Night Train to Halifax

by davebccanada on Jun 16, 2020
Novels and Novellas

Mike's Navy: a novel in five parts Part 1: Night Train to Halifax Another Young Mike Claymore Novel#1 Copy write 2014 Welcome to the world of Michael Claymore. For those who are fans of Mike's from his mystery novels what we have here is a series about his life prior to the mystery series. We will discover what makes him tick, so to speak. I envisi...

Merry Little Christmas

by Saxon_Hart on Sep 13, 2017
Loving Wives

This isn't really the story I wanted to break into Loving Wives with. But when I realized that the holiday contest was coming, I couldn't resist writing this tale for it. But as the deadline approaches I realize I want to not rush this and make it a better tale. There is violence, but not enough to rival most network television. There is also no sex in this...

To Have and Have Not

by dtiverson on Sep 12, 2017
Loving Wives

I wanted to play with the "gottcha" vibe that is so near and dear to the hearts of the Loving Wives set. It seems to me that the jealousy and outrage that stems from the protagonist discovering that the wife is cheating with her boss/co-worker/his brother/best friend/a neighbor/a biker gang/an infantry platoon/the family dog/or all of the above is the cath...

Leave Me Breathless

by StangStar06 on Sep 25, 2017
Loving Wives

Hey folks, I know the past two weeks have been a murder fest, but sometimes fictitious people have to die. I promise you that there will be no fictitious deaths in this story, so those of you who can't stand it when imaginary people die are safe. I did borrow the results of the car accident from one of my favorite classic LW stories. Those of you who've been...

Dinner at the Perryville

by carvohi on Jul 10, 2018
Loving Wives

By Jedd Clampett I don't know how it ever got as far as it did. I don't know what I could have done to prevent it. Believe me it's a sad tale. I just wish sometimes... Anyway, here's my story. It's incomplete I know, but this is as good a place to start as any... The name's Cullen Culverson, engineer by definition, hardworking surveyor by profession, thin...

The Natalie Incident Ch. 03

by Cactus Jack on Sep 13, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

(A huge thankyou to everyone who sent me feedback for the previous installments, and to those who asked for a continuation. I'm only sorry it took me so long to write it - as usual, that annoying thing we call life got in the way.) ********** “Lonestar, where are you out tonight?, This feeling I’m trying to fight, It’s dark and I think that I would give an...

Kahlea

by builder216 on Sep 19, 2017
Mature

My name is Bud, at least that is my nickname. I lived this story and now maybe I can die happy but first I want to share my story. I am obviously a man and was just about to turn 50. I have had ups and downs in my life and right now I am on an up. I was married, unfortunately, and have two daughters both out of high school. I stayed married all these years...

It's All About Faith Pt. 08

by thornapple on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

by Phillip Johnson Chapter One Hundred Twenty Four Over a year had passed since they had been to Discovery and the four of them got together for an early Saturday dinner. Layla mentioned that she would have a few days off starting the next Friday through the following Monday and she said, "I really need to get away. The last two months have been wicked."...

At Long Last: Gwen Ch. 04

by Bedu on Sep 19, 2017
Mature

Chapter 3 concluded with Will trying to watch a basketball game and Gwen bouncing up and down on him instead. -------------------------------------------- Monday morning arrived all too early. I stretched and groaned and tried to move a few more muscles and each effort resulted in a few more groans. Eventually I realized that the little Princess was watch...

Palmistry

by Haroldx on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

I was bereft. Meg, my wife of 24 years, had died of cancer. At age 45, I found myself a widower. For weeks after the funeral I would come home from work and rattle around inside the big empty house and cry and feel sorry for myself. The kids would call once or twice a week, but they were grown and moved away and had their own lives. Their occasional calls st...