This is my first submission. It should be painfully obvious to any one that reads this that this is based on a true story. The names and placed have been changed to protect the guilty, but everything else is pretty much the way it really happened. Hope you enjoy. * * * * * I love a good threesome. Threesomes, foursomes, and moresomes have been a fantasy o...
Note, When I originally wrote this story, Josie's relationship with Fiona's father was much different, Colin was more brutish, and there was a period of non-consensual sex coupled with physical punishment. Josie bore it for love of Fiona, and to redeem Colin for Michelle, she was successful, but the story had a big dark bulge in the middle that distracted...
This all started as talks with my wife about my sex drive vs. hers. She holds the viewpoint that I am somewhat overly focused on sex at our age, which is for us, early our 50s. We have had many discussions and comparing of experiences. What it all actually accomplished is yet to be seen. Ch. 1.1- Lenore and the Revenge Fuck I was so glad to go to college!...
Sneaking through the dark dusty backstage area at the OmniTheatre, I was beginning to feel lost -- what if I couldn't find the dressing rooms? "I played here," said the six-inch ghost of Frank Zappa sitting on my shoulder. "Dressing rooms are back that way." I turned and headed in the direction he pointed. It was going great! Soon I'd be in the dressing ro...
The second case for TT, and again, just for fun. TT Spalding- PI – The Partridge Case Maggie reminded me that I had a 3 pm appointment with a Mr. Henry Partridge today so I pulled out my trusty log book to review the client. What I had written there was in my own style and brought a picture of him to mind. When Henry Partridge came into my office, I knew...
Copyright © 2006 Texas Refugee. All rights reserved. Author's Note: on second thought, I don't have anything say at this point. Just start reading and I'll meet you at the end. ~~~~~ * o0o * ~~~~~ At this precise moment I am in a darkened motel room, sitting in the desk chair that I have quietly placed next to the bed watching my wife Margaret as she slee...
'Single to Roydon, please' I asked the driver. It had been another long day at work, but at last I was boarding the bus for home. The driver, a gaunt, aging man with a grey beard and thinning scalp punched a couple of buttons on the electronic ticket issuing box and a ticket appeared. I handed over £2 to him, took my ticket and turned to look down the bus....
The road coming off the reservation is long and dusty. The only pavement you see is the invisible line between the rez and the county. Once on the pavement the cloud of dust that built up on the old pick up truck is bit by bit sailing into the wind. It's about ninety-five outside the truck and you can finally roll down the windows to get some air, but dust h...
Cindy had come once before I entered her. I could tell she was getting ready to come again when I heard voices on the stairs outside the door. "It's definitiely coming from here," I heard. "Yep, I smell it too." Knock knock. Silence. Knock knock. "Nobody's home!" I said. "We smell coffee. You guys got coffee in there?" D'uoh. It was Susan. She and her...
Chapter 11: Pay the Lord, The Beginning. I took that card out Jim gave me. It was as if he knew I would call. He must be psycho. I had folded it over the number. There was a crease on one of the numbers that I couldn't make it. It took me three tries to get the right number, but I got through to Jim who was happy to hear I was headed to Charlotte to make th...