__________ 17 __________ "How far is it from the hi-way?" Andrea now asked as we passed another shack. "He told me over the phone that it was eight miles." I replied. It was quite obvious that we had left suburban America behind us more than twenty five miles ago. The lavish farmland that we had seen an hour ago had now turned into clapboard squatter's s...
Tuesday nights were always a little hectic, especially the ‘Second Tuesday of Every Month’. That was my Kiwanis Club meeting, which ran from 6:30 to whenever. May and I didn’t get home until 5:00 and 5:30 respectively. I didn’t have to worry about dinner as Kiwanis was a dinner meeting, but there was always some little thing May my wife of 4 years needed don...
**A special thanks to bikoukumori for editing this chapter** Max Roberts yawned. He was dead tired and completely worn out from worrying. His ass was numb from the uncomfortable plastic chair. It didn't help that Christian had been glued to him the whole time, he'd become used to it. The elevator dinged and the door slid open. A skinny elderly woman with...
This story is partially autobiographical: it draws on my memories for its time and setting, and the first section actually happened to me, more or less. The rest, however, is pure fiction. To younger readers who note my aside about education having been affordable and compare it to their own lot: I am truly sorry. My generation failed you by allowing the gr...
This is a sequel to 180 Days in Montauk. It would help if you were familiar with that story, but I believe that this can stand on its own. As a heads up, this story is much darker than 180 Days. Siobhan is an Irish name that is pronounced 'Shivahn'. There's a killer on the roadHis brain is squirmin' like a toadTake a long holidayLet your children playIf you...
In the quiet, backwater system of Halderon IV, the old war horse had been put to pasture. She floated majestically in geostationary orbit over the gas giant that star maps called HV-16 and the locals called Lesvous. A bevy of smaller ships darted around the system, all of them hopelessly obsolete by modern standards, consigned to system defense duty and anti...
***I was driving home late at night recently and I saw the half-moon hanging big, fat and a little dirty-looking near the horizon. It got me to thinking of writing something nice for the 50th chapter of this. So with a little thought and a few changes, the world's on hold for couple of nights in Colorado. 0_o ----------------- Book of the Forsaken Part 5...
The hot pillow talk I had with my second wife, Gloria, from June until September was a summertime event and something that I looked forward to having, an understatement, anytime we were alone and romantically in the mood. If you don't know what pillow talk is, if you never had hot pillow talk, we weren't talking about buying vibrant colored and bold designed...
Author's note: I would personally like to thank all those that took the time to vote and leave comments. They help me improve my writing and give me the necessary alcoholic stimulus my inebriated Leprechaun needs to keep turning this stuff out. I am currently working on Part IV and hope to have it done in the next couple of weeks. I hope to make it a bit lon...
***** New Beginnings ***** Sara collapsed into Andrew's arms, her swollen midsection pressing against his side as she melted into his embrace. The sensation elicited a soft moan from the exhausted young woman as she felt her contents jostle against him. Her pussy tensed as she thought about the veritable ocean of cum that he had packed into her athletic bod...