Chapter One I found myself standing in the driveway of my new home staring at the small U-Haul trailer that contained my entire life. At twenty-three, I had been married, and was now divorced. Thankfully there had not been any children. We'd married young, both of us full of dreams for the future. Six month's after that, we both knew it had been a mistake,...
DISCLAIMER: All characters appearing in this story are fictitious as they do not exist. Any resemblance to a real person, living or dead is purely coincidental and should not be construed to associate a real person, living or dead with scenes or events described within this story. All of the characters depicted in this story are over the age of 18 and takes...
Beyond the Walls of Sleep, They Lie... Author's note: This is my entry for the 2019 Gothic Horror event, Beyond the Walls of Sleep, hosted by BlackRandal1958. I truly appreciate an opportunity to be included in this themed event. Thanks, Randi! I especially appreciate the guide to Gothic Horror written by Todd172 and shared by Randi. This isn't as dark as t...
Ken was just hanging up the telephone as Barb walked in the front door of their home. She could still taste Emily's juices on her tongue as she bent to kiss Ken hello. "Guess who that was on the phone," Ken said as Barb settled onto his lap. "I don't have a clue," Barb replied. "Anyone I know?" "Not really. It was Gary Fanstler, one of my old fraternity...
(NOTE: this is a story based loosely on the Futanari archetype, without, hopefully, the grotesqueness and general story lines usually associated with this type.) I recently went to Japan, and being an American of mixed ancestry (half Romanian, half Japanese) I found it a little difficult to adapt. Well, at first at least. I decided I wanted to stay a li...
Chapter 1 I was supposed to go to the CIA. No, not that one, the other one--the Culinary Institute of America, the foremost cooking school in the country. I had been cooking for years for free, and I felt sure that's what I wanted to do for money for the rest of my life. It would be my ticket into the world, and introduce me to all the amazing things out t...
This is a long story, a husband’s eye view of Runaway Bay, submitted by Crystal607. It can be read as a stand alone story. * My name is Barry. I’m a professional photographer in my early forties, with a stunning young wife and model, named Crystal. We live in England, and because of work commitments, we take our vacations during our winter. She posted he...
Disclaimer: This story contains one NSFW illustration. It’s the very first thing you’ll see if you scroll down. Ignoring this disclaimer may lead to promotions. * * * * * * "A kingdom that has once been destroyed can never come again into being, nor can the dead ever be brought back to life." -Sun Tzu * It wasn't much of a trial. No one made a...
Chapter 8 – Houston, We Have Lift Off The following week Ginger had to be in Chicago area to see one of her clients. She was away two nights, and our daughter took it upon herself to be my consort both nights, although she wasn't the only one. We sexted pictures to Ginger – usually erotic and sexy but with us making funny faces to keep it light. They were a...
I am sorry this took longer to finish than expected. This began at forty pages and is now over eighty. A few specific passages didn't work for me and it took a while to break them down and rewrite them with more detail and I feel a better flow to them. Just a word with everything that is going on. Be safe, take care of yourselves, and I wish you health and...