Hello my name is Rebecca Mae Martin Mishler. I was born in the year of 1972, the second child of a very conservative Mennonite family. I have two brothers Peter and Jacob, both are younger. I also have two sisters Sarah and Rachel. For my entire childhood we attended church on a regular basis, three times each and every week. My parents were very strict, w...
Callie wrote the check to pay for four rooms and tore it out of her checkbook before handing it to the woman behind the check-in counter. The woman looked at the check for a moment, but didn't say any words of thank you. She just pulled her receipt book forward and wrote the receipt, which she handed over without comment. Callie remembered the sour-faced wom...
This is a work of fiction. All characters are at least 18 years of age. ***** The Invitation When Dad come in from work, Mom handed him the elaborately embossed envelope that had come in the mail. "What's this?" he asked. "Well, read it." Dad kinda mumbled "Dear Mr. and Mrs. Sussman, Blanke Schande University's 20th Reunion Committee cordially invites...
*****Author's Note***** This story is part of a series composed of 6 chapters. Although this chapter can be read by itself, it is recommended to read the previous chapters in order to get a fuller sense of the story behind the list. A big thanks to findingmyvoice for editing and putting up with me. *********************** Running always seemed to cle...
In the story, "I Married a Blow Job Queen", I reluctantly told the tale about my wife, Nancy Jean, and her proclivity to sample an assortment of cocks. I learned that she was very orally active in her younger days, and those trait, unbeknownst to be, continued outside the matrimonial bedroom. Please take the time to read that tale before reading this follow-...
The tree hut wasn't some poorly built tree hut that a bunch of neighborhood kids built, oh no. My Dad was a Carpenter, he built a house in the trees. It was solid, waterproof, only the best for his kids. If you were lucky enough to be allowed membership into the treehut, well lets just say membership has it's privileges. Of course there were the usual r...
Diane and I met in high school and have remained friends for over 40 years now. While we never officially dated, we were pioneers in the "friends with benefits" category, though neither of us would "hook up" with each other if one was seeing someone else steady. We definitely did our share of sexual exploration but also we connected on many other levels, an...
Derek could not believe it. Standing in the performing area of his bar were the three surviving members of the greatest rock band in the world: The Beatles. The thirteen or fourteen patrons were all just as surprised as Derek at this wonderful, but unexpected, surprise. A supposedly normal Tuesday night of beers and chicken wings turned into a reunion of m...
Author's Note: On the off chance that anyone from my school reads this, fuck you. * Ashley, Becca, and I were in bed, Becca still snoring softly behind me. Ashley was slowly waking up. I hated being the only one awake. I climbed over Ashley to get out of bed. "No. I'm not in the mood," she mumbled sleepily and as soon as I was out turned over and curled up...
This is a sequel to amber_now26 story "Reunion," by mutual agreement both the original author and myself are submitting a sequel to her story at the same time. Although she has seen my version, I haven't seen her submission. This work may not be copied to or used at any other site without the express permission of the author in writing. "Reclaiming a Life"...