one of these days these boots are gonna' walk all over you... Author Note: this story is based partially on real events. The fictionalized ending represents her fantasy version of how things might have gone but didn't and she penned the little ditty for him to read and enjoy after he returned home. Even before a single word was shared between them, she was...
"I know that this is unusual, but there have been complaints recently in the news about partisan meetings like this being held in the Capitol itself. I am Rep. Kara Peters of Oklahoma, the Minority Leader of the U.S. House of Representatives. Rep. Sean Murphy of New York, the House Minority Whip, is here with me. He has an announcement of a serious matter fo...
Once upon a time... silent intruders came out of the frosty night, their greedy eyes upon the horses. Kirnan's big paint stallion, Cinco, was prize enough to warrant a thief risking his personal well being, and the Catcher's fast black gelding was not an undesirable commodity. As always, Kirnan moved quickly for a man his size and, before the Catcher could...
I'm about the poorest judge of women on the planet. I must have neon lights on my forehead that flash "Fuck Over Brent Stromberg," because that appears to be my plight in life. Since I'm told I'm a very good looking guy, I've never had TROUBLE ATTRACTING women - it's just that apparently it's only TROUBLE women that I'm ATTRACTED to. While I'm pleasant to n...
This story is part of a series of separate stories that are related. They are not specifically chapters or parts of a larger story. Each story stands on its own. These stories are accounts of a single event as experienced by three different people. If you like any one of these stories, look for the other two. The stories are; Amanda's, Blake's and David's vi...
This may sound a bit kinky to some of you and I warn you up front that you might not want to read it if you are traditional about your feelings of Santa. I don‘t mean to disrespect the old fellow, actually... exactly the opposite. I‘ve fantasized about him for years, wondering what he would do if he saw a naked women sleeping under the tree while he was on h...
All characters are 18 or older. This is a long build up one, if that's not what you are looking for, then I am sorry. This is just how this story is. +++++++ One Lilly scrambled through the underbrush as fast as she could. The drunk frat boys were still behind her, still cat-calling, and asking why she left. She was terrified. After Trevor, the big one,...
Breanna bit her lip and absently stared at her reflection in the mirror. The girl looking back at here was far from what she was used to seeing. Normally she would laze around the house comfortably in sweat pants and tank tops, hair thrown back carelessly from her face, and fuzzy slippers. Tonight, however was a different story completely. She'd managed to p...
My sexuality has two contrasting sides to it. To persons who know me I am a monumental prude. Carmelite nuns would appreciate my style of dressing, and the strictest of matrons would approve of the way I behave with men, but inside wild fantasies rack me. Twice I acted out my fantasies. My experience is not unlike that of Dr. Jekyll who from time to time tra...
Man has a quick forgettery. Carl Sandburg said so. Not true when it comes to Holly, the sylph I have gratefully surrendered to. No matter how wizened my brain becomes, my forgettery is incapable of such treachery. In our tiny, licentious kingdom, I am king. Holly is my lone subject, a shameless wench compelling me to commit mortal sin at every opportunity....