*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned. *.*.*.* "You're not my father; you can't tell me what to do," sixteen year old Gloria Esposito sneered at her daddy, Jared Broussard. Jared resist...
A reader named Marty e-mailed me to request that I write him this story. He provided the basic guidelines of where he wanted this one to go, along with additional guidelines describing where he definitely did not want it to go. If you're hoping this will be a tale of a faithless slut wife who loses control, well, this won't be your cup o' tea. Nor will the...
Thanks to WAA01 for the edits ****** Chapter One. Eight years ago... The law office of Patters & Petters, the day was a cold late December morning as Callum MacRoe sat across from his former girlfriend as little Shari yawned in her baby carrier. Callum smiled down at his little bundle of joy. They might have allowed their hormones to take over and no...
Authors Note: This story is named and written after the wonderful song created by The Beatles, 'In My Life'. The text in Italics is the lyrics of the song and was written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney.As always thank you very much to eclecticwoman818 for her editing and constant encouragement with my stories. * There are places I rememberAll my life, t...
Hello again! So, I was home doing nothing thinking to myself "Now you have three whole months of sun and nothing to do, I'm sure you won't write a thing. You never write when you actually have the time to do it." I wrote, though. This is just the foundation of a story I intend to be deep. Just a little background. By now I think it's safe to say you all...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the eighth chapter of a multi-part story. You should read the first seven chapters to help you understand the whole story. Fair warning... there are some intense, non-consent scenes, but they are not gratuitous and are only done in service of the story. Please enjoy. He remembered both events as if they happened yesterday... Event #1...
The phone rang. It was 3 AM on Thursday. The boy awoke and fumbled around for it. It was someplace under his hoodie by his desk. He found it and answered it, half rolling away from his sleeping roommate in his bunk so as not to wake him. "Mmnnn Hello?" "Hello Vic! How is my nice hunk of Vanilla dick?" It was Wendy. She was horny, excited, and on the phone...
I do apologize for the random Chapter inserts in the posts. I have this typed in its entirety and am editing as I write re-write and post - it gets a bit crazy, but hopefully the meaning is not lost. Again, thank you so so much for the kind words and encouragement, feel free to question and critique - please post comments I am still learning as I go and havi...
Author's foreword; Hi, remember me? I know it's been a while but real life often times gets in the way of our fun. I am back at it, albeit at a slower pace than before. You can find me on Mark Zuckerberg's little venture if you care to know what I am up to. A big thank you goes to blackstallion21 for editing this story. Thank you for reading and it's nice...
Authors Note: This story is for the Valentine's day contest. I hope you enjoy. Thank you to MrsWolf for coming on board as a beta/proof reader for me. ~ellie * Kristy groaned, true to what the weatherman had predicted the last week of January had been hot enough to melt a person caught in the sun leaving them in a puddle on the sidewalk. She struggled to c...