Author's note: If you are looking for a stroke story, this is not your story, sorry. Thanks to all my reviewers, thanks for the encouragement, and yes the story is in the right category...just have a little patience. Enjoy MrLobo Even in the darkness of the room her golden hair sparkled from the soft glow of console on the IV drip and EKG. She tried to...
Ann and I met on a blind date after emailing each other on a mainstream dating site. Her proflle seemed to be a good fit for the kind of woman that I am attracted to. Her face-shot picture looked a little fuzzy because it was cropped from a larger photo but showed a very attractive, pretty woman. My profile included the information that I'm attracted to wome...
"This is UPS, Ms. Carol McCarthy, you have a delivery." Standing in the hallway of a $50 a night motel, a UPS delivery person, a Process server and a rep from the Dept of Public Health were waiting. The UPS delivery man had 20 boxes of Carol's clothes and other things. We all know what the Process Server had. There was also a representative from the Dept of...
Chapter One Emergency In the three months she had lived in the quiet seaside resort of Sandmouth Bay, Dr Rebecca Simons had completed a dozen shifts in the Accident & Emergency Department at the local General Hospital. This particular shift was different though, and likely to be busier than a normal Saturday night in this off-season period. For a start it...
I must have run the 'Hooch' road a dozen times and never noticed it off to my right. It was a small white farmhouse just to the Tennessee side of the old route that ran through the Great Smokey Mountains National Park. The road had several sections including the Old Cataloochee Turnpike but in the younger years of my grandfather it was all just the 'Hooch Ro...
Cathy was shivering as she hurried to her Mustang in the school parking lot. She ignored all the whistles and comments from the students as the cold wind swirled around and blew her skirt up revealing her slim legs and pink panties. After starting the car she put on the heater but it blew nothing but cold air. She wished that she lived in a warmer climate th...
Chapter VII: The Princess Escapes Horror clamped around Lisa like a vice. It took every iota of her strength to keep quiet, not to show any reaction to the news. She hadn't even known his real name. Paul Twilley. She'd only called him fag, wimp, Lisa. He was dead, split from his mutilated cock to his false tits. There were pictures. Her horror had two par...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes I need an editor. No, I do not want an editor. If this fact bothers you that much, kindly stop reading now. Yes, it jumps around too much. Yes, there's too many people to keep track of. Yes it's too long. Yes it's too short. Yes it's in...
Theo Kojak glanced at his watch and then at the door to his apartment. He knew his guest, his lover, would be arriving soon and the anticipation was building. Theo had gratefully showered away the grime of his day's work as a Police Lieutenant in Manhattan South. Now he was just lounging in linen pants and shirt, wearing cologne that smelt of lemon and cedar...
Until I'd found Jim's diary (I think guys call them journals), I hadn't a clue that he felt like he did. It must have been such an awful thing, to have such desire and such longing, and to believe that he must never let me know. At first I admit that I was shocked. As I read further, however, my shock changed first to sorrow and compassion for his struggle,...