What day is it?" the man asked in passable Spanish. "Sabado," the young boy cleaning his windshield said with a laugh. Saturday. Lee had been on the road for 7 days if his hung over brain was working correctly. The week was a blur of driving and drinking himself into a stupor nightly. Lee had been traveling alone and well off the tourist path. The whole s...
This is a sequential story you will need to read the previous Parts before this Part will make sense. I broke this story up into Parts to accommodate L's request to make into parts. This is my very first story I've ever written. I'm an Engineer so I tend to be techno/detailed, hope it does not distract from the story too much. Some of the items in the stor...
Please read my profile for my stance on comments. Feel free to email suggestions or to start a conversation. Private messages work too. Charles Dickens: "The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again." + + + + My doctor's words still echoed in my mind as I was driven home. "Sit on your hands. Take it easy. Nothing stressful. Walk, but don't p...
As if your vote is my applause, please vote for my story. There are no characters under the age of 18-years-old in this story. My Wife Is No Longer My Lover, Ch. 04 Sometimes not a good place to be, home alone with John. Continued from Chapter 03: Yet, if she knew her retirement would be like this, so empty and so boring, she would have better financial...
This is a story of two women who love each other, and share everything. Many of my readers have probably noticed that I sometimes include a religious undertone in my stories, and occasionally target specific religious groups. This story is no different, and this time, my emphasis is on 'the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints' (the Mormons), and take...
A fat black old woman story: I should have known better. Yes, I should have known better going into that dark, desolate alley by evening, just to take a shortcut home. It was stupid because the save way home was just a 10 minutes longer walk. But sometimes I don't understand myself and do such stupid things like this. And this is the result, an fat black wo...
JACKIE, OH! "My name's Emmanuel. I'm the crew chief." The bald tough guy said with a Greek accent, chomping an unlit, spittle-stained cheroot, and extending his hand to shake. It felt greasy and sweaty. "I'm Justin," I said meekly. "Justin Landos." I was sixteen, unwillingly working my first paying job in the summer of 1963 for a friend of my uncle. "The...
June 16th Went for a stroll around the grounds after breakfast. During my stroll, something very exciting interesting happened. I happened to take a wrong turn and found myself in a part of the grounds I normally stay away from; the maintenance staff's quarters. The quarters are a row of quite well built huts in which several men and women who perform a var...
No sex whatsoever . Depending on the response, there will be additional chapters. "Can I help you, gentlemen?" The voice came from a speaker above the door collocated with a video camera. "We're federal agents; we'd like to talk to you. Would you step outside please?" "Do you have a warrant of any kind?" "Well...no...we just want to chat." "Hold your id...
Gillian Watkins was proud of her curvaceous body and at the ripe age of twenty six she was, in her humble opinion, at the pinnacle of her good looks. The long haired brunette had posted hundreds of racy pictures of herself on X rated websites, and had posted videos of herself on strip sites. Naturally flirtatious she owned dozens of sexy outfits and lingerie...