INTRODUCTION: Here it is, the final part. I hope you've all enjoyed the ride. There are some questions still unanswered with a few of the characters, of course, but I've got to leave something for future stories, right? Please take the time to comment. I'm really curious to see how you all feel about how this turns out. Thanks again! CHAPTER NINE They...
It was such a decorative thing for the diners to watch before they began their meal. Such a pleasant backdrop to the buzz of intelligent discourse as the girl squirmed silently away on the chaise longue in the corner, just the faintest of 'mmmphh's coming to their ears in any lull in conversation. Mary smiled, she knew her new husband would enjoy the tradit...
Randall Meechum's POVLaCrosse Pack Lands I drove my Jeep over to Erica's cabin, a big cooler in the passenger seat that the kitchen had provided. The Pack made sure she got fed when she couldn't come to the Pack House, or she didn't want to come all the way in. The dinner I was bringing was pot roast with mashed potatoes, gravy and green beans, plus they pa...
"I'm just saying, why not find some little honey? You've got the money. Set her up in an apartment. Buy her things. Then fuck her anytime you want." Dave was slurring, but so was I. Too many drinks to celebrate winning a client we had pursued for months. "Because it's exploitive. Disgusting. And being married actually means something, you know." Dave snor...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.* Bobby Broussard raised an eyebrow when he entered the apartment. Michelle was in the kitchen, making his favorite...
It was Thursday at last. National Nude Day dawned, as my bride, Gabriella, slept sprawled in our honeymoon bed with our newfound blonde friends, Jazzy and Espy. The two young women were long time lovers, who indulged in passionate play at the resort where we were all staying. They showed no jealousy, and seemed to love sharing. As the week had progressed,...
I had an encounter with a very sweet young woman in Atlantic City. It brought the perfect end to a short trip that Linda and I shared in the middle of March in 1990. I had occasion to go to a convention as part of the research I was doing on a metal alloy that had recently become available. It showed promise of improving our sand casting operation. If it als...
Thanks to the Hip and Knee doctor for editing assistance. There is no sex in this story. Sorry. The roar of a lawn mower and edger, both running at the same time, rudely disturbed my Saturday morning sleep-in. A moan from the other side of the bed indicated that I was not the only one being annoyed. Darla sat up and swung her legs over the side of the be...
CHAPTER 1 Kate Scott, a curvy brunette and associate editor of the Evening Herald and judge of the newspaper's story competition, smiled when she read the covering note attached to the thick manuscript. My name is Harry Blackwell. I submit this story as my entry in the Evening Herald's Annual Best Story Competition. I don't believe I have much chance of w...
Warning: The following story contains graphic sex, graphic violence, graphic misuse of convenience store inventory, profanity, unlicensed pets, unnecessary roughness, unnecessarily loud moans of feigned sexual ecstasy, multiple homicide, poor hairstyle choices, obstruction of justice and conspiracy thereof, conspiracy to file a false police report, home inva...