I've only finished two stories as an adult and this is the second one. It's also the longest story I've written out of the two. I've got lots of writing to do if I even want to get good at this. I've tried to make sure that it is error free, but honestly, I'm tired of looking at it. I'm open to feedback on grammar, punctuation, story structure. etc. I hope y...
Jenn Heath took in a deep breath of the winter Pacific air and smiled. She was back home. Standing on the bridge at Deception Pass with her boyfriend she gazed out across the chilly grey water toward the San Juan Islands and Victoria Canada beyond them. To her right, farther north, was Fidalgo Island and Anacortes Washington. Behind her cars streamed past ov...
Mrs. Scott and I had met through the internet. We had spoken over the phone several times, chatted a bit online, and had decided to arrange a meeting. I am a professional Dom, and she had sought out my services. She was an older girl, in her mid-40s, and seemed to be having some kind of mid-life crisis. Her children were grown up, her husband having an affai...
This is a stroke story. It's ridiculous and unrealistic. No one is worried about STDs, sizes are exaggerated, everyone is bi (or at least the women are) and people can fuck for hours without chafing. This chapter has decidedly sacrilegious content, so if you don't like that, look elsewhere. ----- "It's time for you to learn how to suck dick." That pronounc...
Hello my lovelies. This story haunted me until I finally started to write it down. I will post the next chapter very soon, but since it is long with a gradual build up (it will be worth it), I thought it made sense to break it up a bit. One quick note: we flash back to when some of these characters are very young. But before anyone reads too quickly and...
Chapter 9 They met up with the military shortly before lunchtime, and they were on the move as well. There had to be thousands of them, and it had Justin feeling uncomfortable. Not that he was really intimidated, he was just still to ignorant on customs and such. He found himself allowing Nora to take the lead, at least she knew what she was doing. All he...
A single bead of sweat crept from beneath the band of Little Joe's hat, burrowing through caked-on dirt until it worked itself down into a muddy afterthought. The young man rubbed the back of his grimy hand against his cheek, smearing the streak and wiping away bits of dry earth. He squinted up at the sun while he pushed the heavy plough behind the family's...
The woman was wearing an immaculate white Hellenic stola with no jewelry. Her olive skin was free of any form of cosmetics, yet her natural beauty and regal bearing only seemed enhanced by the lack of make up. The full raven hair that fell over her shoulders in loose curls was without any treatment beyond simple brushing. An extremely fit woman, there was li...
Bill and Anna didn't say much on their taxi ride. Anna scooted over beside Bill and rested her head on his shoulder pretty much as soon as the car began to move and was soon overtaken by sleep, breathing softly. In turn, he put his arm around her shoulders. The car left the grounds of the house and began the descent from the high valley-side where the plush...
It was a pleasant late summer Saturday evening and I was sitting out on my front porch, enjoying a beer and my beautiful neighborhood. It's a well-established area, with older, quality homes with large lots. All built before the tract-home trend, no two alike. It is a mix of long-term folks with a spattering of younger families. I've lived here for about sev...