It is a cold and blustery morning in early March as you sit at your kitchen table reading the help wanted ads in the local week end paper. Wrapped in your warmest pajamas, slippers and bathrobe you are still chilled to the bone. The furnace is out again. Thank God the girls are away for the weekend, one at an all weekend sleep over and the other on a school-...
"Damn, Shit, Fuck!" I yelled, banging my hands on the steering wheel. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!! I screamed, shaking my head from side to side, my long hair flailing. My car had just slid off the icy road into a ditch and it was getting dark. "Now, what?" I muttered to myself, realizing there was no way I could back my car out. I was stuck. I sat back thinking,...
Greetings beloved readers, this is the last of a five part series. I will post each chapter about a week apart. Many thanks to fellow authors and occasional collaborators Friskee_cpl who gave me notes on the story and whose stories served as a vital inspiration for this tale. All characters are at least 18 years old * In their remaining years together --...
Morganna washed the last glass of the afternoon before casting a longing glance at the door. Her bar was clean, liquor cabinets were stocked full and ready for more patrons to come in and fill the place with lively stories, cigar smoke and booze until 2 AM when the place closed. She set the rag down on the wood bar and sat on a stool beside a rather large...
I knew my wife, Becky was unhappy just before Christmas. We had been married for five years and she seemed dissatisfied with everything. We had been incredibly unlucky. I'd been made redundant, we seemed incapable of having children and I had lost interest in sex. I refused to accept that there was anything wrong with our relationship yet she insisted we saw...
Prologue Sunlight poked through the cracks of the window shutters; glittering rays dancing across the tower room floor's cold grey stones. Fioraluna hadn't opened the shutters, unable to stand the sight of another perfect day. The scene would be the same as always—the tall grass in the field rolling and swaying in the breeze as well as the deep green forest...
Big Mama asked me: "Are you gonna have a problem with killing a friend of yours?" "Depends on which friend." "A Yakuza gang member on the management fast track." "It's not a woman, is it? I've got enough contracts out on me without the government getting in on the act." The Government of Greater Good frowns on killing females, but men are fair game. "C...
The next morning I awoke feeling thoroughly refreshed and satisfied. I stretched luxuriously in my bed as images from the previous evening replayed in my mind; Tina's distended asshole being stretched wide by Mike's monstrous black cock, Amanda dressed as a schoolgirl being spanked hard by James as she lay helplessly strapped to the spanking bench, and Ella...
"Stop it, Marie-Noëlle. That tickles!" Spirella cantered ahead of her slender companion, who giggled as she bent forward and pretended to initiate another attack with the long feathers that adorned the harness of smooth white leather daintily padlocked around her head. "Seriously! We have many miles yet to journey ere we take our rest." "Yeah, enough wit...
By the standards of any port city, Rogar was a tame fellow. He rarely got drunk, didn't gamble much, and he wasn't one to fight if given a choice in the matter, which he often wasn't, but nevertheless, Rogar did a fine job of staying out of trouble in the city. On the mountain, things were different. He could only throw axes and smoke the pipe with his bro...