This is the third story in a series about a young couple's sexual awakening. In this third part, Beth and Rich spend a few days at an adults only nudist colony with their parents. They learn some things about themselves, and they learn their parents are not at all what they thought they were. About a year after their trip to Hawaii with their parents Rich...
This is an autobiographical story, with just a few name changes, and maybe a few slight memory errors, as it has been a decade. The subject matter is decidedly dark, even by my standards, so you have been warned. I decided to put this down after a discussion in a comments forum. This is deliberately in present tense because that is the appropriate voice here...
Thank you Lady D for your help. Jack sat in the plush velvet chair with his head lowered; the sweet sounds of the church choir filled his ears. His long, thick black hair fell across his closed dark eyes. He held the thick; leather covered Bible in his hardened hands. Hands that only ten years ago were used to kill anyone that stood in the way of completing...
My job on that cattle drive had been simple. I was the hired gun. Oh it wasn't as obvious as the times I had been hired on to kill specific people. Nonetheless it was my position. The scout was an Indian and damned good at his job. My job was to ride along with him and make sure nobody killed him. I was also expected to hunt down rustlers. It would be nice i...
This essay is the antidote to the mind-numbing horde of self-help gurus clogging up the best seller list with their recycled platitudes and hyphenated feel-good life-strategies. Have you ever known anyone who actually benefited from a self-help book (besides the author?) It's time to get real, folks. It's time to embrace a life-strategy that follows the path...
Somehow he knew the phone was about to ring. He wasn't certain how he developed the sense, if it could even be called that. Sometimes he chalked it up to being a creature of habit or being predictable himself, but despite that he couldn't deny the peculiar sense he felt, one of a heightened awareness or keen acuity when he knew the phone was about to ring....
(Author Note: As always, I want to thank you for taking the time to read my story and hope you enjoy it. I know I am not the perfect writer, but if you find something that will help me improve or have good or bad comments, please, let me know. Thanks!) Keni pushed the cart along the grocery aisle, but her mind really wasn't on shopping. It had been a we...
NOTE: We probably all know somebody a little bit like Emily Jeffers. That girl who wasn't that bright, but had all the goods. And because she wasn't so swift, guys took advantage of her naivety and easily convinced her into back seats, out of her panties, and plowed her like a fertile field — and then passed her on to their buddies. While this story is ficti...
Mandi looked out over her club from her upstairs office. The men and women of town were flocking to the Crimson. Her work brought her such great joy. These poor people were being liberated. Men abandoning loveless marriages to worship the first new pussy they'd seen in decades. Women coming to see the spectacle and winding up on their knees with the first co...
Jonathan was vexed, torn over what to do about his daughter Emma. Hester and he had raised her to be a good God fearing child. They would rise early, before it was daylight and start her on her chores. As the sun rose they went to church and then she was sent off to school. Returning home, she then continued with her chores and then helped fix dinner before...