This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Feedback and comments to; James Lacy at the address in his profile. All comments appreciated. Things returned to normal in Mother Mistress's household following Susan's and Patrick's initiation into...
I had just gotten home; it was Friday, and I was looking forward to the weekend. My wife was waiting for me. Not waiting for me as she usually did with a smile and a peck, but fidgeting—and seemingly determined about something. Something was up, and it didn't look good. "Hi honey," I said. I stopped and looked at her. "Something wrong? Where are the childre...
This set of stories are meant to be read as chapters in a book. If you haven't read the previous chapters of the Great Loop, I recommend you do to better understand the characters. All characters are fictional. Obviously, many of the place locations are real. ***** After leaving the cabin, I found an anchorage in Georgian Bay for the night before cross...
I stared at the photos in the album not quite believing my eyes. It had to be him but I wasn't sure. "Have you photos of when Paul and you were younger?" I asked. Louise flicked through a wallet and handed me a photo from the early 1980's. Talk about a small world, it was him! I was 39 years old then and I'd been seeing Louise for almost 9 months. She was...
The Student. Her name was Megan and she always sat in the front row. Her hair was auburn in color and usually pulled back with some kind of tie. It fell to her shoulders and she had bangs cut in the front that made her look younger than 20. She just turned 20. I knew that because I used my access to the University's online enrollment and student records ser...
I arrived at the house hot and sweaty from my long cycle ride, my lycra shorts sticking to my body, showing every detail of my anatomy. I got off my bike and wandered over to the door, removing my helmet as I went. I rang the doorbell, and heard the dogs barking and smiled. I waited for a while, and then the door opened. You were stood there framed by the d...
Day one It's actually Day Two. Yesterday doesn't count. Yesterday they told me to keep a journal. To write down how I'm feeling. To 'share'. They tell me I've been here two weeks. I'm sure they're lying. That's how I feel. That's what I'm going to 'share'. I don't know why I'm here. I'm not insane. I'm not crazy. I've seen some crazy people here. I'm not...
More than Just a Passing Acquaintance HE WAS THINKING…. His eyes scanned the bar as he talked to his new “bar-buddies.” They were watching the Monday Night Football pre-game, and critiquing both the teams playing that night and the various women scattered around the bar. After about five minutes he spotted her, and knew that she was the one. Certainly n...
When I got to work the next day Sheri's car was already out front. Remembering the day before, I figured this just might be the best Friday I'd ever have. I almost felt like whistling as I got to the front door: which was summarily locked. Although odd, I figured maybe Sheri had had a friend pick her up and left her car there while they went out to breakfast...
Her pussy was as wet as, perhaps wetter, than it had ever been. His weight on her was well, different than that of the man who had exclusively hovered over her for the past 20 years. He felt different. Actually it was what she did not feel that was different. Even with his arms fully extended her husband's stomach rested on her abdomen as he thrust his hips...