I Ain't Going to Need This House Much Longer "Daylight again." "Thank you, God. Looks like I lived through another night." I said to myself as I took off my oxygen mask. "I guess I'd better get up before I wet the bed. Susie won't want to clean that up again. " "That damn flush valve is going to have to be replaced. It takes fifteen minutes for the t...
I went to see the girl of my parents' choice, a bit reluctantly, as she was a village girl. I was born and brought up in a city and all that was known to me about a village was that people were poor there and lacked in education. My parents told me that they had been to their house and spoken to the girl and it's definitely not what I had an impression about...
Chapter 7 Scene of the CrimeCarmen, barefoot and wearing cut-offs and an oversize Cal U. sweatshirt with the sleeves rolled up, was curled up on the couch between her mother Mercedes, and her grandmother, Abuela, when her cell phone buzzed. They were watching an episode of the Ellen DeGeneres Show Mercedes had TIVO'd. Ever since she had come to terms with h...
This is my entry to the winter holiday 2020 contest, I hope you enjoy this story enough to vote and read my other stories. If you follow me you will also get notifications of any new stories as they are published. This story is based in the 1980s, within the sub-culture of motorcyclists or bikers, so the vernacular may be a little courser than is usual in m...
"I really am sorry, Chris, you know I didn't mean it that way." I sat on the edge of our shared bed, stroking the short black hair of the diminutive woman beside me, her petite 4 foot eight body occasionally juddering with small sniffs and sobs, her tiny chest still rising and falling forcefully against my own C-cup breast, my almost full foot taller body...
Note: All persons in this novel are fictitious. If you are looking for a great deal of explicit sexual activity, this story is not for you. Those scenes that are included will be evocative rather than just for the sake of sex itself. This story is for your reading pleasure. Its length is undetermined at this time, because I do not know where my mind will tak...
Meanwhile at home, Ben's friends had to drag him out because he was missing Laura so much he didn't feel like doing anything. Joe took him to a strip club and he just sat there. After a while they went and shot some pool and drank a few beers at Duggan's Irish Pub then Joe took Ben back to his house and called it a night. Ben drifted off to sleep holding Lau...
Chapter 38 Rebecca's Tales -- Part 3 Rebecca sat at the counter work station, finishing up the latest entries from Mrs. Peterson's examination, when her cell phone chirped. She pulled the device from her smock and checked the entry. It was from her daughter Audrey. "We have to cancel. Sorry. Paul's in bed sick. Call me later." Rebecca had been looking fo...
A/N: I couldn't have presented this to you without JohnEB87's tireless help. And with the previous chapter. Thank him for me by reading casting his stories a vote. Thanks, and enjoy. * In the far corner of a Kroger parking lot, two Special Divisions agents threw fists at each other in the dim area beneath a broken light pole. One of them stood above the o...
This is the beginning of the third book. Again, this will veer from the "erotica" to just writing and going with the flow of what feels right. This next chapter has no sex in it, it's not marked but it doesn't. I guess the best description I can give concerning the sex from here on out will be, it's the salt and pepper of the meal. There and noticeable but o...