"Daddy! Where are you?" I heard my twelve-year-old daughter, Rhegan, screamed as she tore through the house, frantically looking for me. "DADDY!!" Her voice didn't sound distressed, so I kept brushing the BBQ sauce over the slowly roasting chicken that I had spinning on the spit of my grill. "Outside by the pool, honey!" I finally gave in, laughing to mys...
Another day of trying to organize the chaos that is the garage. I can see why people decide to sell everything they have, buy an RV, and live like a nomad. I've seen the videos online where people do that. Most of them seem a little whacked in the head though. At least the single ones did. Not firing on all cylinders. The day moves on. Lunch time. Pop into...
Storyteller's notes: This story is based on actual facts, just altered and embellished in hopes of making it enjoyable for those desiring a sex story. I will let you determine or guess as where and how much. As has often been said by other writers, stories tend to take on a life of their own with no regard to the original wishes or plans of the writer, so we...
I am an old man whose eyes have seen much. As with many of us who reach their sixty-fifth year, I live in the past, in ways that perhaps you cannot imagine. This is my story. If ever there was a man who went through life nostalgic for a place that he has never called home, it was I. Having grown up in California, I eventually become an executive at Bio-Rad,...
Not even fourteen hours into the weekend and Drew knew it was a mistake to come to Vegas. He didn't even gamble, really, for Christ's sakes, and it wasn't like he had the extra padding in his checking account these days. The whole place felt like he could look but not touch. Swarovski, Tiffany, Cartier and the rest of the stores that only foreigners seemed...
This chapter can be read as a standalone story, but I suggest you read Chapters 1-3. It will give you a better understanding of the characters and the story to this point. As always, constructive comments and emails are welcome and appreciated. Also as usual there are no graphic sex scenes in my stories. Thank you for taking the time to read my work. I h...
My name is Kendra Jones. I'm a six-foot-tall, curvy and big-bottomed, dark-skinned Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. These days, I'm a student at Barrack College, a historically Black private school located at the heart of the City of Champions. In the eyes of the world, I am a strong Black woman. Captain of the Women's Wrestling Squ...
Monica was sitting in her apartment, anxiously awaiting Chandler to come home later that night from Oklahoma. It was early in the morning just after breakfast when the phone rang. "Hey honey, I have bad news." Chandler said on the other line. "What? What is it honey? Is everything ok??" Monica responded with concern not knowing if something happened to her...
Peggy's cellphone rang as she drove home. "This is Doctor Foreman," Peggy answered on the hands-free. "Doctor Foreman, my name is Monica Sanz. I will be piloting the aircraft Mr. Reiter has dispatched to Orlando for you. Do you have a few minutes to answer just a few questions?" Captain Sanz asked Peggy for her home address, which she located on Google Ma...
Ted Franklin was a guy who had it all. In high school he was popular with the girls. He was taller than anyone else in his class. He had a dark complexion and raven colored hair. His eyes were as dark as coal. He had a perfect smile with dazzling white teeth. His hair had just enough curl in it so that could be worn in a casual, tossed look. He looked just a...