Raoul kept his head down as he carried his tray through the restaurant. He was hungry - just not for food. He dropped into a booth, trying to concentrate on his meal, trying to ignore the ache lower in his groin. Days from home, away from the missus, and just shy of his fortieth, he told himself he was just looking for some fun. But he knew better. Since his...
"But, Papa!" Emma cried. "Enough!" He had gone crimson, a truly alarming shade, darker than the stained-glass in the church window above the pew where they sat every Sunday. "You're lucky I don't snap your neck like a chickenbone, girl! Ungrateful hussy. As I live and breathe, you're lucky." Emma fell silent. She clutched her traveling valise, the one she...
CHAPTER 13: FATHER, OTOU-SAN PAPA! The black Maybach drove into the gate of Mafia Mansion with loud cheers from the crowd around. Everyone was is in joy, except for two persons, one is for Makena and the other is Chuck, of course. He was alright until he saw the writings on the banner, the enthusiastic bunch wrote... "Congratulations Big brother on finall...
Special thanks to Sexy_Curves! * Julie put the car in park and reached across and hugged her friend. "I'm so sorry baby," she said, "that was awful what they did to you in there." She kissed Andrea's cheek and then reached into the backseat, pulling a duffel bag off the floor. "I've got an overnight bag with a couple changes of clothes. Good thing we lef...
One for the Nude Day contest. Here we have Daniel, Craig's father, struggling with his son's recent arrival at the London apartment. Daniel is also having difficulty in coping with Craig's Ukrainian girlfriend parading around in just her underwear. I hope you enjoy the following effort. Feedback is welcome. I had a beta-reader with this, so any errors that...
Prologue 1969 A Funeral Anjelica Harris narrates I was late. I had flown in direct from Washington DC, leaving at first light and landed in Conrad, MT, mid morning. I called a cab which got me to the church, which was completely packed, standing room only, every single seat taken. That was only to be expected, of course, Joe Harris was always the most po...
This is part 2 of the very long writing spree. Good times and bad in this section, so I am not responsible for your Kleenex bills. Once again, thank you Mazuri, Mokkelke, Wolf and the readers on my blog that have helped shape this story. Please remember to vote and comment. Jaisen 1952 "George! You as bad your Papa, that damn Henry!" yelled Brian. "You no...
I wake up, consciousness flowing in and out. Daddy's in a chair in front of the bed working on his laptop. "Good morning daddy," I say half awake. "Good afternoon, kitten. It's two o clock," he says resting his laptop on the floor. I want to feel him, feel the texture of his skin, feel his cock in my hand, feel it in my mouth. I want to jump up to him. I...
Rebecca sighed as she stared over the horizon on the lovely yacht known as the Lady Veritas. She was dressed in her white silk lingerie gown that her twin had given her as a wedding gift. She took a long drag off her cigarette, crying silently, praying that Papa Joe didn't hurt any of her family. 'Yer too beautiful ta be destroyin' yer body like tha', love....
LETTER XIV While Fred and I were lounging in the delightful shade on the terrace, a neighboring young gentleman, a connection of the family, called to ascertain the particulars of the marriage day. Seeing Fred, he came up to us and stated his errand, and so he and Fred went off to consult with Mamma. I saw dear Louisa looking out from an upper balcony of th...