Thanks to all who leave meaningful feedback. I enjoy emailing with you. Ellen Johnson Sirleaf: "If your dreams do not scare you, they are not big enough." + + + + + + + + + + + + STEVE: Phoenix My name is Steve Veinard. I'm 44 years old. I own a construction company with offices scattered across a dozen states, mostly the southwestern US. I make a lot of...
The end All this was a year ago. Perhaps I can best wrap the story up by offering a series of incidents during the intervening twelve months that strike me as particularly interesting or significant (or sexy or amusing. Or, in one or two cases, grim). * Last summer's birthday weekend was the turning point. Once all the girls were safely captured, and the...
Day 45 Jon's alarm jolted him out of slumber with its hateful buzz. Blinking his eyes into focus, he rolled away from his wife to slap the darn thing off. Whether he really wanted to be, he was awake right now; the adrenaline coursing through his system guaranteed that. It was the same alarm clock he'd had back home, and all through college and most of high...
For those of you who have read my stories, and left me a nice compliment and/or constructive criticism, this tale is for you. I know there will always be those anonymous cowards, who leave foul, nasty and/or ugly comments, but I don't worry about them; they don't matter anyway, and I'll simply delete them In the mean time, for all you kind and gentle souls t...
Author's Note: This is NOT the kind of Part 2 that is designed to stand alone. You will be very lost without having read Part 1. I had an outline of things I wanted to describe in Part 2, as well as some general guidelines for how I want the next sections to unfold. However, in putting Part 2 together, it ended up somewhat shifting into two episodes. It's...
Chapter 1: So Like A Woman Sandy had led a sheltered life. Just 24 years old, she had had no other lover than her husband of two years, Sam. Sex was still a bit of a mystery to Sandy, though she was excited by it when it happened and often found her mind turning to it when she was doing some chore around the house. Her neighbour and best friend Sally once g...
A Fine Arrangement: Dual Quads or Dual Quads and Gizmo Sex A story by XXscribbler For the past three years, Professor of Anthropology Gisela had been the University's only quadriplegic faculty member -- brake failure on a big truck owned by a national shipping company, clear negligence. The resulting broken neck left her with neither sensation nor mo...
Hello Patient Readers! This chapter has been difficult to write. The aftermath of the last chapter left an indelible mark on the characters and their recovery hasn't been easy to chronicle. I knew how the events following that would happen but making them cohesive and flow has been hard. Also, this chapter takes place over a longer period of time as it is a...
There was no doubt: she was crying. It triggered a reflex in him to reach out and comfort her. Except – he didn't. Why should he? She wasn't the one hurt, was she? He was. So why should she be the one crying? And yet, she was. Clear liquid trembled on the lower rims of her beautiful eyes – reflecting the candlelight. For a moment it clung to her painted l...
Part 1 "Here's some burnt connective tissue," she said, wiping a small grease splatter off her nipple and forking three strips of bacon onto Rod's plate. Before turning back to the stove she snapped off a piece for herself. Burnt connective tissue tasted so good sometimes, especially on a late winter morning like this. Her comment was playing to her vegeta...