Brian's first encounter with Christie and her friends keeps repeating itself in his head. He finds himself questioning whether or not that all happened quite frequently, but gets an answer every time from the soreness of his torso, which is mild at this point but noticeable, even after several days. As he continues his daily inventory routine in the back ro...
I would like to thank mostera1 for all his help. He always makes my stories better. "Honey, do you trust me; I mean really trust me?" Now there's a question for you; how the hell do you answer that? If you say yes, you really trust her you know damn well you're not going to like the next thing that comes out of her mouth; but, if you say no, you don't trus...
Note to readers: this is my first submission and it's been my personal pleasure for 12+ years. This story is one I only write for my own enjoyment but I decided that others may find it similarly... entertaining *ahem* Because it wasn't originally meant for outside eyes; it may not be to everyone's tastes. The storyline is freeform, so if you imagine the plo...
ON the final night of our holiday, we invited Gaynor and Charlie out for dinner. It would be our treat because, Tony and I agreed, they'd been friendly neighbours and good company. But Tony didn't know exactly how surprisingly good and friendly Gaynor had been to me! After yet another hot day on the nude beach, the night air was still warm when we walked to...
Authors Note: Thank you to everyone left comments or sent me feedback about the resumption of the story. Thank you also to Margaret who gave this a quick proofread for me. I hope you enjoy this chapter. ~ellie ***** Peri woke up alone and wondered why Josh hadn't woken her when he had risen. She stretched her aching body smiling at the long night she had e...
I lay restless on top of the sheets of my bed. My own perspiration has already dampened the imprint beneath my naked body. My penis lies awkwardly toward the right, with the tip touching my thigh. The warm night air moves softly in the window causing the thin cotton curtain to slowly billow into the room momentarily before returning to hang limp again. The f...
Author's Note: This is not an erotic story, but there is some sex here. Again, this was built around the germ of an idea that took on a life of its own. In that regard, it's not a stroke story. It's an homage to music and the connection with the spirit world. Long before Robert Johnson, many artists were rumored to have sold their souls for the chance to per...
Hello Reader Well if you haven't read the first chapter then you will be lost in this one. I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you again to Cristel Bell my Editor and helpful guide in writing this. I have one more chapter to post, then based on your reviews and comments I will consider writing more, so please vote and leave some...
Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells. Flood tide: The period between the low tide and rising of the water to high tide. This tale is an espionage fantasy under assault by reality. The 'hero' of this tale might be considered a Libertarian, though the label means nothing to him. He...
Chapter 4 Walk Like a Man "Hey, Shane, come on in and sit down," Carol Beringer said, looking up from a thick file on her desk. She moved the half-lens reading glasses that had been perched low on her nose to the top of her gray head. "Guess what's come back?" "My test scores," Shane said, closing the door and moving to slouch in the chair in front of...