THIS STORY IS part 1 of 2!!! The second part will not be submitted until 45 days after this first one is posted. So you have been warned (if you are one of those who doesn't like to wait for a good ending).This story is only fiction and not real. That means I made it up. Many thanks also to my mystery editor for all the help and encouragement. No words were...
Tommy and Lauren I met my wife on Taiwan. She was the employee of a company that furnished supplies to us. At 25, she was alone in the world, her family still behind in mainland China despite her efforts to get them to Taiwan. I'm going to call her "Ting" for the purpose of this story, principally because I never learned how to pronounce her name in her o...
Tommy quietly walked his bicycle down the driveway to the farmhouse. It was about 6:30 in the morning, the skies just now becoming brighter as the sun was ready to climb above the horizon. He would be returning to college the following day and this was to be his last day of summer work. This particular job was one of three he had taken on through the summer...
*Author's Note: I saw a movie by this name several months ago and tried to watch it. I only made it about fifteen minutes before losing interest, but it gave me an idea for a story (completely unrelated to the movie.) I hope you enjoy it. ***** "So what did you think?" "It was okay." "Just okay?" "Yeah, I mean I don't really like doing the machines. The...
Nipping the Juice Some of the last few stories I've offered have been relatively short stand- alone tales. This is another one of them. It has a little bit of an ouch with a smile I hope but there were no wives' ass' set on fire in this one. I like good criticism but I simply smile and delete asinine comments. Claire looked at me with wide open doe eyes an...
"Mrs. Burns?" "May I come in?" I was always impressed by her: perfect hair, brown with blond hi-lights, stylish outfit, bright colors, a burnt-orange blouse with tan skirt, 3 inch heels. I could never believe she was Charlie's Mom, not seeming old enough to have a 24 year old son. I stood aside as she moved past me, into the foyer of our 2 bedroom apartm...
Tommy Lawrie leaned back against the tree and took a long drag on his cigarette. The ember glowed brightly in the darkness, illuminating his jowled face and lopsided spectacles. She's late getting home tonight, he thought. He'd gotten used to her normal hours. Usually he could predict her movements pretty well. Where would she have gone tonight? he wonder...
Tommy Maddox lifted the last bale of hay into the feeder and leaned forward against the fence, thinking how unfair it was that he couldn't attend school with his friends this fall. He had so desperately wanted to leave the farm and the loneliness that he had known for most of his life. His father had died while Tommy was still young and was just a faint memo...
(Many thanks to abashed-dreamer for his superb editing.) It was Saturday; silk and I had slept late. Silk had fixed us a late breakfast of sausage, eggs, hash browns and toast. She was dawdling over her coffee and reading the newspaper. After Wednesday night, and her cumming, I had not allowed her to touch herself sexually in any manner, nor had I touched h...
Summer of 18, Pt. 02 - Copyright, 2007 - 2014, Trace Ekies. All rights reserved. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Author's notes: I have submitted this in the 'Exhibitionist & Voyeur' category as that is its predominant theme. However this part includes sexual situations, (but no physical contact), between a middle-aged father and his eighteen-year...