Beep...Beep...Beep... The rhythmic beat of Danny Effron's heart filled the CCU room. He stirred, slowly regaining consciousness. Opening his eyes he waited until he could focus. He was in a hospital room. The pain screamed though his nerve ends. He had just wanted them to let him die. "Let me go." Pip...pip...pip...pip... "Please just let me die." Pip.....
I hope Mark reads this. I can't think of another way to get in contact. It's been twenty-two years, and while my life has been good on all accounts, it's hard not knowing what happened to the people who shared a very crucial part of my life. Please don't think of me as a mousy little thing sighing over loves lost, because I am not. I'm a very good wife and m...
This story could fit in many categories, including reluctance and erotic couplings. I put it in Loving Wives because the comments in this section are always so much "fun." _______________________ For centuries romance authors, and others, have maintained that there is a fine line between romantic love and hate. Up until now that assumption has been based...
A psychologist is forced to re-evaluate his life after a chance meeting with a prostitute Author's notes: 1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 2. All characters a...
I'm a psychologist by trade, but I'm far from your mainstream therapist, and I'm certainly not a Freudian—although to be fair, in spite of the faults we can find today in a lot of his theories about the psyche, the guy did open the door to self-reflection, and that can't ever be a bad thing. He thankfully paved the way for (and helped mentor, at least for a...
It was early in the morning, around seven o'clock. You were sitting around the dining table with your parents and twin sister, except, none of you were eating. You had been asked to come downstairs for a family meeting. Looking around the table you could see that your sister was looking at you with a worried look in her eyes, and your parents appeared both s...
Part 28: Houses of the Holy At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has i...
Heidi Fleiss has announced that she plans to found a brothel in one of the counties in Nevada where prostitution is legal. She says this will be special brothel: one staffed by males for female clients. According to an article published by CNN.com, Fleiss has said, "I am opening up a stud farm. I am going to have the sexiest men on earth. Women are going to...
Being a building super is a tough job, but it does have its perks. It took me a while to get the job, they need to have references and they actually check them when you apply for a job. The building I'm in ran a criminal background check on me and actually had a psychologist give me a number of tests of confirm my suitability for the job. After about three w...
I had a neighbor whose name was Sheila. Her, my mom Buretta, and aunt Debra were 62 years old. They were foxy petite women. 5 feet tall, 160 lbs, 44 jjj-30-68 measurements. But best feature of all was there high arched feet. I lived in a suburban neighborhood. We were African American and i loved my neighbor. On a nice summer day, she'd come out in just...