Thank you all for the positive responses and critiques. I will look into an editor and I have been reading over my work before I post it. It has been so long since I've written, so I'm trying to do the best I can, bear with me! The details about both Natalia and Jason will come about as the story continues; I don't want to bombard one chapter with tons of in...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Nathaniel Geller had been a young, up-and-coming salesman at MedZ who'd shown great potential. In just a few years, he made his way from ambitious college graduate to savvy junior manager. Risky ventures that others were skeptical of luckily always seemed to turn out succes...
Prologue: Back Then Back then, she would drive five hours wearing no panties to see me. We seldom made it as far as the stairs, much less all the way to my room. I would give her a hug and a deep kiss hello, and the smell of her would get me hard. It was a combination of fresh lipstick, a breath mint to cover the cigarette she'd smoked to stay awake for th...
Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, containing accounts of his life, which I am adapting and editing. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at least 18 years old. His younger frie...
CHAPTER 1 Jake Barrow was the new man at Marble City Fund, a mutual fund management company in Knoxville, Tennessee. Despite its odd location, the relatively small firm had been in business for more than 100 years and carried on profitably through economic booms and busts. The firm hired Jake in 2014, as a new fund manager. The company only had 4 managers...
"This is going to be such fun!" Natalia said as they descended the wide stone steps leading to the Cathedral Cavern beneath the plateau village of On the High Place. Rick slipped his arm around her waist. "I hope you enjoy it." He couldn't help but marvel at his good fortune, to be on his way to a holy Dorianite festival with a loving and lovely woman, h...
Author's note: Welcome to the second chapter of Two Thousand and Ten – the tale of a year in the life of two friends from a seaside town in southern England. I would like to take this opportunity to point out that the following chapter is purely a work of fiction, my character names are chosen totally at random, and no resemblance to any person (living or...
May 5th, 2019 “You left active duty a year ago. Any idea what you’re gonna do with the money?” his father asked. “I had a lot of time to think about that, Dad,” his son replied. “Yes, you did,” his dad quietly replied. “Six months of rehab learning to walk again is like an eternity.” “But the good news is I’m able to walk,” his son replied with a smile....
Wow. It has been entirely too long. My only excuse is my daughter, who is almost constantly looking for a way to cause trouble. I'm constantly chasing her going "No Kemi, don't hit the dog with that. Stop Kemi, don't put that in your mouth, ear, or nose . Kemi, stop banging that toy against your skull." So as you can see I am very busy trying to make sure my...
There were five Russian girls in all, hanging out in Gene's living room. All in their early twenties, all practically hysterical and obviously euphoric. Three of them were sipping Leinenkugel's and knocking back shots of vodka, while the other two sang in fake English and danced to Moby's "Play" album. "How … where did they come from?" Eric asked, not even...