I guess I should have expected that it wouldn't go well. I mean who was I kidding? Even I couldn't believe the way that things turned out. But God damn it this was supposed to be a wedding. It should have been a happy and somber occasion, not a fucking bar brawl. Okay, I can sense your confusion, so let me back up just a bit. My name is Dalton Jones. I'm r...
The Book Signing : Part five As for the last full day at the hotel, well it came early and it went smoothly enough, (albeit with my problematic boner still pressing against my sweatpants). I put up best I could with the merciless cat-calls coming from a long line of blue-haired hopefuls, (all vying for a photo, kiss, and a chance to put me in the #METOO mov...
A new story series with some of the same characters out of my other stories... I pulled into my driveway on Friday afternoon. It had been a tough week, and I was ready to relax and kick back for the weekend. I went down to the street and pulled the empty trash can back to its place on the side of the house, then went around to go inside through the mud room...
My wife and I, who collaborate to write these stories, are not Winn and Will. They are not real people. While real headlines and events may be referenced for setting, our stories depict FICTIONAL events and people, and ALL characters involved in sexual situations are consenting adults. * BUMPY START HONNNNNK HONNNNNNNNNNK! The girl sitting in the back ro...
We walked the horses into the barn and had the benefit of gazing at Laurel's glorious jean-clad ass. "Like the view?" she said, grinning over her shoulder while flexing her buns. Somehow Laurel could always guess when my thoughts were in the gutter. "How do you do that?" "Simple. I can hear your cock getting hard. Come to think of it, if I took my top of...
To thank everyone who helped with this book would take forever, so just know that I love you all. I am always humbled with your sage advice. To the readers and fans that have patiently waited for the last chapter, I won't keep you in the dark any longer. With my sincere hope for an enjoyable read, the series finale of The Chosen One. Recap from the end of C...
Hello Reader! Look's whos finally gotten a new laptop and is almost out of school for the semester! Woohoo! More time equals more stories equals more feedback from you, my amazing support. And a special shout out to my fantastic editor, Nehkara. Your patience knows no bounds. As always, please leave me constructive comments. I feed off the stuff. Enjoy!...
I'm back. Was very sick, but pulled through. Gotta finish this story and my series, so heaven (or hell) can wait, lol! No. Seriously, I had to go back and re-read from the beginning to get back into what was happening. Found a lot of errors and changed a bunch of stuff. I made GAbe less of a hot head so I guess (hopefully) you'll feel that change in his pers...
Nick leaned back in his uncomfortable wooden chair and took another sip of his drink. It was another Saturday night at Ed and Jack's house. Which meant sitting around, drinking and talking about whatever random bullshit came to mind. The three of them went way back. Nick had known Ed—technically Edwin, but he preferred Ed—since middle school and Jack since...
*** Avril grunted as her back strained against the weight. She pushed up with her might and was rewarded with the weight moving just a fraction of an inch more. Somewhat satisfied, she eased the weight down and the dropped it behind her with a resounding thud. Exercise was not something that came easy to her. Like Taylor Swift, she was best described as ski...