This story is the property of the writer Kalimaxos. In memory of my aunt. A slut of epic levels and magnitude. And a heart of gold. Characters in this chapter: Margo, my uncle's wife George, my mother's brother and Margo's husband Vince Romano, NYPD detective and one of Margo's conquests Angie Romano, Vince's divorced wife Linda, one of Margo and G...
Copyright © 2015 by Flavian My thanks to Harry R for helping to edit this beast into some semblance of readability. Infidelity? Oh ... There's an App for that ... I guess that you could say that my world started on that slow downhill slide into a shit pile while I was waiting out the airline rescheduling in Milwaukee. They had me grounded overnight becaus...
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the rights to the UFC, Zuffa, or Reebok brands. This is obviously a work of fan-fiction and parody. Views and sentiments expressed within this story are not reflective of any of the characters' real life counterparts. When writing stories that use real people I try to keep as true to their physical properties as I am able to a...
Okay. Every so often I have to do something different. This one is pretty twisted. It is not part of any of my series, it is completely stand alone. Unlike most of my stories, it has some very graphic, very warped, freaky, fetish-y sex. Not necessarily in a good way. I apologize in advance for the Teddy Bear. Really. Thanks to blackrandi and sbrooks103X for...
[Author's note: Everyone in this story is 18 or older.] Mike's mom and dad got to the hospital later that day. Joe was with them. "How is he?" his mom asked crying. "He's stable," Allie said. "He has some broken bones. The doctors are more concerned about internal bleeding." "Oh my god," his mom cried, her hand going to her mouth. "The doctors think he...
Sorry, another story that just stops. The Substitute You know there are occasions in your life when for a brief moment your instincts tell you that something is wrong, out of whack... quite definitely not kosher. Later... on reflection you realize that -- had you had a ha'p'orth of sense in your head, you would have run; scarper'd; get the hell out of Dodg...
"Mr. Knight..., Mr. Knight, are you awake?" Juanita asked as she gently knocked on the bedroom door. Hearing nothing, she waited a few seconds before knocking again. "Mr. Knight, I hate to disturb you, but..., your car is here." "Wha...?" Frank Knight called from inside his bedroom, his voice hoarse and gravelly, "What..., what time is it?" "It is almost 9...
Two days before Halloween, Mick Newhart woke to the tumble of the Mediterranean Sea on the French Rivera shore below his hotel window, the scent of seaweed, salt, and brioche wafting through the open window, while the light in the room edged from pure darkness to deepest violet blue. He had been sleeping fitfully, a feeling of impending dread unshakable abou...
Amit was spending his holidays at his uncle's house in the village. A city-bred boy, at 19 years, this was his first ever visit to a village. His parents were having a difficult time with their marriage and his father thought sending him away to the village for a month to his oldest brother's house would be a good way to settle a number of issues with Amit's...
I just want to go on record right now, in front of God and everybody, that I never, ever planned it to wind up the way it did. Things just happened. In the end, though, I'm glad it all worked out. See, Jared and I always wanted to play basketball. He was too skinny and I was too short for football, and neither one of us could throw or hit or run very well...