Birthday suit. Nude. Naked. Vulnerable. I remember a time, back in my wild days. A gang bang to be honest. I was almost forty. I had born four children and my body showed it. Whether you call it, fat or big beautiful woman or thick as my boys there liked to, that was me. We had just screwed our brains out and as was often the case when I played with my b...
Chapter 2: 1st Church or is it Hell This story continues describing the life of Pastor Sarah in her new church. Sarah was looking forward to getting to know Frank and Margaret on a more intimate basis, and if she had read the vibes correctly that would not be too hard to do. Several times throughout the day, at their pool and during dinner, they had manage...
Part One Where is that Bitch Hiding I'm Charles. A car rammed our car at a stop sign. My wife got whiplash, I got Post Traumatic Stress Disorder among other things; luckily our daughter and son was not with us at the time. The PTSD really fucked with my head. Subtle changes in personality occurred. Psyche traits that were minimally acted upon became promin...
[Author's Note: Here's another story in modest homage to Harddaysknight, the master of the genre. Like my others of this type, the real actual title, not given here, is a Beatles song--in this case one that HDK has already used as well.] No man will ever be able to understand women. Trust me on this. If a man tells you he understands women, there are only...
(It looks like our closet slut is at it again. If you haven't read the Good Deed series, you can find them on my author page. They are My Good Deed, Another Good Deed and A Forced Good Deed in that order. My thanks to Slavey for reading over it and to Magical Hands for helping me think of this idea. Enjoy and vote. ) It was a hard day. I walked into my hous...
This is the first in a series of stories about a young couple raised with a strict religious upbringing and their discovery that there is much more to sex than they were taught as children and teenagers. Rich and Beth had been married for about three years when they moved to Silicon Valley from Cleveland where they had grown up. They made an attractive cou...
It wasn't always this way, you know. No, there was a time when I was the consummate 'goody goody', but that was back when my parents were the wild ones – pot smokin', beer drinkin', bike ridin', wife swappin' wild. It's the environment I grew up in, so I guess I was never compelled to rebel. But then one day, my dad had a realization: his baby girl was growi...
My thanks and gratitude goes out to my editor "wires" for his assistance with this story. Once again he has improved my offering. ***** Jerry was still in high school when Preacher Rowe and his family moved to town. Reverend Rowe was the preacher for the largest non-denominational church in the southwest part of the state. To give the devil his due he was...
The Incident The rain came down in sheets so heavy that she could barely see the road even though it was only 4 in the afternoon. The windshield wipers couldn't keep up with the downpour and she had no chance of seeing the huge pothole in the road until it was too late. Her right front tire blew immediately, sending her truck into the ditch. Shay lurched fo...
Chapter 3: Preacher's Son The story you are about to read is true. All events and behavior are faithful accounts of past occurrences, although names have been altered to protect my ass and keep me out of court. Writer's license and humble discretion have been utilized where and when I felt it necessary to avoid embarrassment or legal action. * * * * * The...