This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. ------------- ----------------------- The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in par...
Notes from the author: Hello reader. In parts 9, 10 and 11, I introduced Alyson Reese. The real person Alyson is based on is described as Asian, tall, shapely and blond. All of that was clearly stated on the flash drive I had accidentally procured from my old job. Read the introduction in part two for the history of the flash drive if you like. Of course I...
Gilbert and Betty Jones lived in Mt Pleasant Michigan, Mr. Jones was an ex rodeo star and Mrs. Jones worked at the local Floral shop. They were well off but Betty insisted on doing something, She wasn't one of those just sit around types. Gilbert was a man about six foot one inches dark brown hair and weight in at about two hundred pounds. With a handsome f...
Jan Primm leaned against the kitchen counter in her small apartment in San Leandro, California. She sighed and then blew an errant strand of her light brown hair off to the side of her face. She couldn't use her hands because they were occupied holding a screaming Darren Jr., their youngest, who was going through the terrible twos even before he was two. Cou...
Though Gwen's place looked like a modest suburban ranch house from outside, the inside was more Las Vegas than Grand Rapids. Monique was waiting inside the door, dressed like a hat check girl, though none of us had hats to check, and she was more undressed than dressed. Her sheer black stockings were attached to matching garters, but there was no skirt over...
My name is Alistair, and back in May of 2002 I tagged along with my buddy Darren as he headed for a bar on the Third Street Promenade in Santa Monica. On the way he received a phone call from a friend, a guy we called Dan-Dan, and as Dan-Dan spoke on the other end, Daren turned off of Santa Monica Blvd. and pointed his Camaro towards the Main Street drag. "C...
This is the third part of a trilogy by three different authors. If you haven't read Torn by patricia51 and A Typical Day by Chagrined this won't mean much to you. They are both worth the read. Consider these two stories as the prolog. * While we attend church regularly, I'll admit to not being a praying man, but I prayed laying in bed that night. "God, he...
Chapter 1 Three years ago my husband Rod was involved in a horrific skiing accident. He lost control and crashed sustaining major injury to his groin area from the tree he hit. Now at only age twenty-eight he no longer has use of his reproductive organs. The damage was repaired as well as it could be but he cannot perform or achieve an erection no matter wh...
The skiff Axel mentioned was a rubber eight foot dingy with a 50 hp outboard on the back. A bit too much muscle for a dingy, especially when mixed with an inexperienced operator. Some moments, one decides to take the bait or disregard it and reroute. With Jenna high on a ritzy photo shoot, and more, there was no rerouting, so off they rode. The ride to the...
After completing "The Diary of Jewel Delacroix" I was approached via E-mail by Rachael Ricci Swede and asked if I would consider writing a story idea she had. After a few emails I was intrigued by her idea and agreed to write it. This is an original story by Barbara Jean Goodhead. Written in collaboration with Ideas and Plot Points by Rachael Ricci Swede....