My arms were stretched over my head as I finished hanging the last sheet of drywall. Another step closer to the end of the two year process of renovating our first house, it was hard to conceal my sense of pride at turning a worthless wreck into the nicest place on the block. But as soon as I heard the garage door starting to open, I felt that familiar pang...
I would like to thank my friend Angela for her help in co-writing this story. It was her idea for the plot as well as l lot of the story line. Except for her beauty, especially her eyes and lips, there are no other similarities in this story. It is strictly a work of fiction. I would also like to thank her for her editing. All other typos are mine. This par...
Chapter One - The Change The change had come on suddenly. One night Sonya seemed to be a little down when she got home form work and you tend to notice things like that after eight years of marriage. I asked her what the problem was and she just said that she had a stressful day at work. I accepted her answer but suspected that there was more to it than tha...
The Dueling Duets SeriesDueling Duets (One): Don's EruditionDueling Duets (Two): Lisa's HobbyDueling Duets (Three): Dave's EducationDueling Duets (Four): Judy's Revenge This is the fourth part of the Dueling Duets Series, telling the same story from four different perspectives. Although you should be able to enjoy this story if you read it first, I recommen...
"The FHA inspector's here for your meetin', Hal," said the secretary over my cell phone. I was away from the office, checking on foundation work done that week in a 100 home government-funded housing development my company was building in Tennessee for victims displaced by Gulf Coast hurricanes. This was the third Friday meeting I'd had with the inspector...
Chapter 1 1980. A new decade. A few months, maybe a season, the fall, had come and gone since Clinton Street south of Houston had been busted twice and closed. Where once the diverse underbelly of junkies, the punks and suits, men and women, young and not so young, could line up a block over and wait their turn to dash across Clinton to the door they heard...
Foreword. This story contains male bi-sexuality, forced feminization, and spanking. If you feel uncomfortable or do not like these subjects please do not read. Due to the length of the story, if you just want to read the sex parts, skip to chapter 5. But for those of you that wish to read it from beginning to end, I hope you enjoy. Please leave constructive...
All storms pass -- eventually. Life goes on, if but for a brief time, and often tentatively at best, like storm ravaged limbs falling down into rushing streams before tumbling onward, and one day, perhaps, out to sea. The sun returns for a time, and with upturned faces bright eyes seek it's warmth. Spirits of wounded souls reach for the solace of sky; words...
Friday I woke up in Tina's RV on my back pitching a tent. Tina came out of the bathroom seeing me awake immediately brightened up. She jumped onto the bed and kissed me deeply. "Go pee. I will not take credit for a piss erection." Tina insisted. I smiled and I got up to use the bathroom. I hadn't considered this but the bowl was significantly lower than u...
Chapter 12 HOTEL OWNER'S SON My decision to leave my long term employer had been a difficult one but I had been close to a breakdown because of the very long working hours and I wanted to try and get a further degree at college. Jack had been concerned that if I left we would not have the same opportunities to see each other as much but as it turned out we...