Three days after the marriage of his frequent date Celeste Young to his best friend Mike Hastings, Logan Mayfair quit his job as civic affairs reporter for the Claytown Sentinel and took the 12:15 out of town. Logan had never liked trains and he liked this one even less; the so-called 12:15 departure had been 12.53 and he was in no mood to be kept waiting f...
There is no sex between characters 18-years-old or younger in this story. As a matter of fact, there's no sex at all in this story. If that's what you were looking for, you may want to choose another story. May I recommend one of the "Nellie" stories by MsCherylTerra? HERE Bought and Sold She bought me, and for that I hated her. I sold myself cheap, and f...
I want to give moonlitclover and honeywldcat thanks for taking the time to edit this story, suggest improvements, and for their diligent efforts in correcting the niggling flaws that always seem to creep into my stories. Thank you both very much! * * * * * * * * * * * * Fresh out of college in 1961, I was a young bachelor, eager to see the world that many...
Thank you all for the support for this story. I am really enjoying this character and feel blessed she is allowing me to tell her tale. All characters are fictional and over 18 years of age. I will continue assuming you are reading the previous chapters to keep up. I do this all myself and there are bound to be some minor mistakes and regionalisms despite...
Many thanks to Sexy_Curves for helping me write this story! * "I sense there is still much more to your story, child. Please, continue. It is imperative that you reveal just how far down the path to hell you have gone, so that our Lord may give you enough strength to return to Him." He snuck a peak at the tape recorder, which was still rolling. Plenty of...
Chapter 3 - Mike's evening Mike changed into one of his political t-shirts and left the Parking Enforcement office. He walked to the political science building, enjoying a cool October breeze that carried a hint of the nearby Pacific Ocean. His mind wandered to Chicago, where he had been studying the year before. I guess that's one thing Davenport has ove...
It had all happened so quickly... It seemed like only yesterday Kim and Bill had been on their honeymoon to Niagara Falls, and now she was spending her waking moments on her back, making money for her pimp. They were both from a small city deep in Kentucky, and when Bill had proposed to her, she had been swept off of her feet. A little girl standing no mor...
This is my second story to take place in the shared universe created / structured by the author Stormbringer. In Stormbringer's The Coxville Curse, the buxom white female inhabitants of Coxville County find themselves succumbing to the hugely endowed black men that they'd previously never considered in any way, let alone sexually. This happens because of a...
Ryan shut off the engine and checked himself in the mirror, then exited his car for his haircut. Studio 96 was not the kind of name for a place that a guy who wasn't confident in his sexuality would patronize. Most of the clientele were middle aged women trying to look younger. Ryan was eternally grateful that he hadn't let the name put him off. He had disc...
A week in Palm Springs. Sun, and sand, and hot chicks all around. Wanda Catron was drooling at the thought of a week away from the confines of Boise, Idaho. Best of all, she was going with her college roommate and lover, Astrid Martin. Astrid and Wanda had been lovers since September. The previous five months had been hard on them both. Astrid, a star on th...