(This story is for the Earth Day Contest. It's not your standard stroke material, so if that's what you're looking for, perhaps moving on would be your best bet. But thanks for stopping by, ya'll.) * "Gettin' any dirt for your worm?" Beth couldn't help but overhear the two handsome cowboys directly in front of her in the checkout line. The one asking abou...
It was late and it was all Johnny could do to keep from dozing off in the darkness at the back of the bus. He'd only been riding for a few hours but it already felt like days. Normally he would have just made himself as comfortable as he could and drifted off to sleep, but tonight he forced himself to stay awake. He had to stay awake, he had money riding on...
Ashley Shorttree, was supposed to be a woman on a mission. Somewhere, however, she had lost her way. Her job, along with a dozen others of her kind, was to watch the humans on earth. They were desperate. Their star was almost ready to explode. They had only 500 years to find a new place for their race to live. 500 years for a race of mobile trees was a very...
The sixth night… Carol's pussy was dripping wet and her face was completely flushed. She pulled her fingers out from between her legs right before her last orgasm could peak. Yes, the dirty scene flashing across the computer screen had certainly put her in the mood again and it was time to head to the bedroom and her waiting husband. She logged off t...
I was sitting here thinking just how lucky I am. First of all, I am married to the most wonderful man on this earth. Now I know all women should feel like that their first few years of marriage. I feel that this feeling will never go away. You see, Bobby is two years older than I am and he is great. I knew him all through high school, and when he joined the...
My wife and I had been married for six years and we had recently moved to Hawksville a bigger town or small city in the south and were finding it hard to establish friends in our new location. Other than that, life was the usual routine of work for us both, looking forward to the weekends when we could drive to the beach, or just hang by our pool. I had mar...
Characters in this chapter are from my previous story, An American Count. I hope you enjoy the crossover. Please remember that constructive criticism is fine but I do not tolerate abuse (i.e. name calling.) Talking about my writing is fine. Talking about my mother is grounds for comment deletion. Fourteen hours after Damian made the arrangements, his chart...
All persons in this story are 18 years of age or older. It was like any other Monday morning as I rolled out of bed, showered and got dressed for school. My mother as usual had already left for work and I entered the kitchen for my morning ritual of caffeine and nicotine. I poured the freshly made coffee into my favourite mug and then sat down at the kitche...
Connor slowed his pace as he pulled his hood up to shield his head from the rain. He smiled to himself as the wind swept past him; he loved this weather. The gloomy, damp atmosphere was enjoyable on his morning run. He savored this moment of each day. He took this time to mentally prepare himself for the day ahead. Connor slowed his pace and stopped as he n...
Morgan and I did get married and a found nice house close to the HS where she works. It's a nice neighborhood and there's a lot of young couples with children. Within three months she told me she was pregnant and we jumped for joy, I was going to be a Daddy. I also did get a job that Morgan said was promised, but she had to fuck the guy a few times and used...