CHAPTER 7 By the end of May work on reconstruction of the Curtis homestead was underway. Three weeks earlier, Matt had returned from the farm early on Monday afternoon after he was advised by phone the building permit had come through and work would start immediately. He found building contractor Max Mead already seated inside the house rolling a cigarett...
1 A Lark in the Park There she is guys! Now don’t go humpin’ her! That would be my job, anyway! I’ve seen her maybe 3 or 4 times this spring at the dog park, always walking toward me and then past me. I’m getting eye candy but it’s still wrapped in cellophane! From 400 feet or so away, I can tell her by her legs—long, taut, thin, tanned. At about 6 feet ta...
*Being dead is wonderful; you never get tired and you have all the time in the world to regret how you ended up this way* Thank you Frontma for inspiring me to keep writing so she can polish off the rough edges. (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic, I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured ro...
Peg was quiet for a few minutes. At length, she said, "Do you know that you are the only one of her lovers that Aunt Barb has ever shared with me?" I replied, "I have wondered about that. I feel honored. I'm very glad that it happened." I hesitated and then said, "Do you know that she told me that under the right circumstances, she would do a threesome with...
Chapter 1 "Honey, do you mind if we play a new game tonight?" Stacey, my girlfriend of just six months, asked me rather abruptly as I trimmed my salt and pepper beard a bit to look more presentable for the New Year's Eve party that she had convinced me to throw on her behalf that year. "What, during the party? Are you wanting to add some cosplay or someth...
Hey all! Back again with another exciting chapter of HFHM. New to the series? This tale is essentially written as chapters, and you are currently in Book Three. While everybody appreciates a good stroke piece, you really would be better off starting at Chapter One. Otherwise, you will have no idea who is banging who. Returning reader? Welcome back! This ch...
Ron Melor lay across the couch, his head in his wife's lap, and sighed. His wife's soft, caring fingers stroked their way through his hair, curling slightly as they moved. As they traveled down the side of his face, they followed the curve of his temple and cheek. Her thumb grazed his jawline each time, at which point she would return the hand to its startin...
When Isabella finally opened her eyes, she was aware of lying between Thomas and Gabrielle, their lips to her temples and their hands gently stroking her body. "Welcome back to earth, my love," whispered Thomas. "We were wondering if you'd ever return." Isabella smiled, closed her eyes again and inhaled deeply. She realized that she held Thomas's half-hard...
The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Bl...
You know that question you always ask kids, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" Well, I always had the answer ready since I was four: Doctor. At first it was because I was a child and every boy wants to be a baseball player, a fireman, or a doctor. I chose doctor. All of the emergency room shows and specials on Discovery helped secure that profession...