All characters are 18 years of age or older. I hope you enjoy this installment of the chronicle of John Morgenstern and his exploits. The Missouri Smith festival is winding down as he prepares to seek out the resting place of the mysterious train, the Flying Scotsman. I am sorry for the long delay, but real life and ongoing health issues have slowed me down...
Jeremiah said a silent thank you to the fates that his ordeal had finally ended. On the end of that thanks was a "fuck you bitches!" to the king and queen. "So this is what it's like to die." He murmured to himself as he relaxed into the quiet darkness. He had imagined it to be much different than this. According to what he had been told and read, he was sup...
The Sunday morning sun was streaming in through the curtains as Lisa opened her eyes and glanced toward the window. Turning away from the light, she gazed lovingly at the sleeping figure beside her and reached out to gently run her fingers through Natalie's hair. She heard Natalie purr softly, like a contented cat, and she snuggled closer. Slowly all the ev...
Jolly meets Mini I celebrated my twenty fifth birth day a few days back. From the moment I turned eighteen I am living life of a drifter, moving from one place to other, from one job to the next, every few months. A rolling stone gathers no moss. I have been advised quite a few times. Gather moss? But bloody who the hell wants to gather moss or mass or mess...
The Gaze of the Abyss Once she lost the attention of the retributive head mistress, Norma's life settled into a type of normalcy and mostly boredom, much to her relief. The vast majority of the female slaves served purely as decoration, housed and kept at exorbitant expense as a status symbol. The unseen potentate had detached private quarters where he kept...
There was no doubt: she was crying. It triggered a reflex in him to reach out and comfort her. Except – he didn't. Why should he? She wasn't the one hurt, was she? He was. So why should she be the one crying? And yet, she was. Clear liquid trembled on the lower rims of her beautiful eyes – reflecting the candlelight. For a moment it clung to her painted l...
Korina's Conclusions Chapter One- A New Role The door was locked. Why on earth was the door locked? Kevin's car is in the driveway. He never locks the door. What the hell? (Knock, knock, knock). "Kevin?" The door opened and there stood Kevin with a huge grin on his face, a clipboard in his hand, dressed in a suit and tie with glasses on. "Good evening....
(Author's note - This story was written in response to an email from a reader of one of my earlier pieces. He asked me to write something involving characters with certain specific traits and incorporating a list of particular plot events. I think I've met almost all of his requests. If anyone else has a character or plot which they would like me to try to w...
Outside, the light pollution and smog was too thick for the stars to shine. For as long as Jules could remember, he had never seen the sun, the moon, or the stars. They still left the window open, letting the artificial light coming in and the noise from the street. They lit a few scented candles to drive off the ozone smelling, burnt flavor of the air and...
This is Part One of a two-part story. I don't consider myself particularly good-looking, and I don't have an exceptionally large cock. I guess I'm not the wittiest guy in the world, and I certainly don't have all that much money. And though I do love women, love everything about them and have always loved everything about them, I was never really that kind...