It had been a long drive for Dan and he was tired. Although he had been driving for only two days, his odyssey began a while ago. Dissatisfied with his life, his work, and his inner being, he knew he needed a change. He had always wanted to get back to his roots, his origins, and he could hear the distant drums beating within his soul. He knew his Native lan...
This story starts off a little slowly... but I think you'll find that it's worth it in the end! * * * * * * * * * * Well, it's about time I face reality. I'm probably going to hell. I mean, really. Me and my best friend, the both of us, going to hell. We did something that's pretty difficult to come back from, as committing sins goes. It was worth it, tho...
This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip -- California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in the order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis...
Jan Primm leaned against the kitchen counter in her small apartment in San Leandro, California. She sighed and then blew an errant strand of her light brown hair off to the side of her face. She couldn't use her hands because they were occupied holding a screaming Darren Jr., their youngest, who was going through the terrible twos even before he was two. Cou...
April 21, 1889 Oklahoma Territory Abby tugged her late husband's long duster, securing it against the chilly breeze. Today and tomorrow morning were for standing in the long line of families and single men waiting for the cannon in Fort Reno to fire. The race would begin at noon. Figuring out how she was going to stay on her homestead for the required five...
I begin to awaken after a long peaceful sleep. The slow turns of the ceiling fan create a gentle breeze that breathes across the bare skin of my upper body. Reflexively, I roll to your side of the bed. The soft sheets gently caress my body. You're not there, but faint wisps of your scent remain with traces of your warmth you only just left behind. I inhale y...
There's not really much to do in Pawnee, Oklahoma. Aside from the everyday, mundane life of a farmer there truly is nothing else. Schools are small because population is scarce. The people are all lagging behind the rest of society by a good 3 years. This is in everything from fashion to technology. I would know, because up until next week I will have live...
This story is a continuation of Anytime I Hear That Song but can stand alone. If you want to get more back story I suggest reading that story first. There isn't a lot of sex in this one if that's what you're looking for read the first one. It may be a little long but I hope you enjoy it anyway. As always, any and all comments are welcome. * I woke up screa...
The following is a fictionalized account of the end of Charles Arthur "Prettyboy" Floyd, the notorious bank robber and gangster. Other than Adam Richetti who was with him on his last job, all the other characters are purely fictional. __________________________ Charlie Floyd and Adam Richetti backed out of the bank with sacks of cash in one hand and guns...
Poly Anima found it very hard to leave the scene of the crime, where the sweetest of assaults on all senses took place. Little ripples of delight lingered as hard evidence of a very dreamy sequence. She lay there collating the data, running her hand over precious DNA, brushing dried flecks from between her breasts. An endorphin-powered flash bulb in her br...