This is my first attempt at a competition story and I believe it will most likely be my last. I started this damn thing for last year's holiday competition, but didn't get it finished in time. My pal has insisted that I finish it for this year's competition. As usual I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of...
After concerts, when the band returned to their hotel, Lorelei, or Lora as most called her, if she didn't stay in her room for sanctuary, she went to the closest thing to it for company, which was Trac's room. Trac for Tractor. Tractor from John Doer, pronounced Deer, thus John Deere tractors. Trac was gay and thus not interested in the company of groupies....
I stared out between the bars, I think I had the best jail cell in the whole damn place because I could see a portion of the river over the nearby buildings. No point in trying to sleep, my piece of shit cellmate was snoring so loud there was no chance of that. I shook him just once to try and get him to stop, he got up and slapped me off the wall, so now I...
Have you ever noticed that every class has an asshole who thinks that he's being funny by insulting and putting everybody down? My high school class had one too — Frank Fortune. And to me, the big irritation was that no one thought it was funny when they were in his sights, but as soon as he started ripping into someone ELSE, they would be there laughing the...
Wherein our hero, Davy, continues his vagabond RV adventure through Midwestern campgrounds but feels a pull westward. --------------------------------------------------- "I'll keep rolling along Deep in my heart is a song Here on the range I belong Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds..." I awoke to the sound of guitars. I'd slept for nearly two ho...
Millie pushed the meal cart into room 603 of the Pine Hills Assisted Living Center. Most of the residents took their meals down in the dining room, but tonight Margaret Anderson was feeling a bit under the weather. She and her husband, Lloyd, would dine together in their room this evening, with the television as their company. "Hello Mr. and Mrs. Anderson,...
This is a story about a couple that decided to take a late honeymoon together aboard a cruise ship. Secretly the husband had a fantasy he very much wanted to have played out in reality rather than keeping it laid dormant in his own mind. The story matter consists of : Nonconsensual/Reluctance Sex Interracial Sex Wife Watching Group Sex Drug Use WARNING!!...
So there you are guys, climbing through your fifties. Every time you go to the garden center, that great little market with the fantastic meat and produce, the home improvement center, your favorite wine store, your fitness club, around the neighborhood or even, heaven forbid, the mall, you see them. Attractive, often surprisingly friendly young women---youn...
One day at work, Arup's personal inbox pinged. A one line email. - Are you mad at me? He looked up at Rasika. Their eyes met. He looked away and typed a one line reply. - Why would I be mad at you? Her reply came almost ten minutes later. - Trust me, I didn't really have a choice that weekend. His friends were in town from the US. It's been a packed cal...
There is some sex in this story but I don't believe anyone would think it is a stroke story. Sorry. For the RAAC lovers, hit the backspace and move on. You won't like it. For those who want death and destruction rained down on the participants, same advice. This is in multiple parts as it grew as I wrote it. ***** The alarm went off at six a.m. and I groan...