Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story. * Fresh out of the Sunshine state's police academy, Gene Cates was in his second day on the job. It felt like the first...
Author's Note: NO SEX! The crucial events in this story take place in Wichita, Kansas around 1950. Place and street names are generally accurate with some small amount of poetic license. To set the mood, the big songs that year were: Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer, by Gene Autry White Christmas, by Bing Crosby Music! Music! Music! by Teresa Brewer The...
To say I hated Rebecca is too strong a word. Disliked, avoided, generally snubbed would better alternatives. Rebecca is married to my best friend, Steve, and so we are occasionally forced into each other’s company. Rebecca is an opinionated, feminist member of the lunatic left. Andy, my other best friend, says this is unfair and that the truth is I don’t lik...
OK, truth be told, some of this story is based on reality. There isn't even an attempt to hide the characters. After all, it has been a while and a lot of water has gone under the bridge. One other warning, this is not a quick "tell all" story that leads to sex. If that is what you are after, this is likely to be a rather disappointing story. Like I said,...
Stacey as ever was concerned and gentle and had little difficulty teasing the story out. She was saddened but not really shocked and had warned Parker that her wild antics would get her hurt one day. Parker did not mention her dad. Stacey ran Parker a bath and gently washed the girl. Parker looked soft and vulnerable. "Oh, Stacey," she sobbed, "I've been so...
The following is both my first story submission, and partially true. I'll let you decide what parts are actual history and which parts are only part of my mind. I hope you enjoy this story. I was nervous to be sure. I'd been single for a good while, hadn't dated any since the divorce, and my social life at home prior to the split was non-existent. To add...
Ben climbed the two flights of outside stairs to the ratty apartment he had rented. The first night sleeping in the cab of his truck was rough, then he managed to find a ratty motel room for a week that was not much better. Finally after begging, crying, apologizing in every way he could think of to his wife Sheila, he had rented the one room studio. At th...
Hallo to all who follow my stories. I have been asked numerous times to put a note on which story goes where in the series I have written. It all started with Stolen. Then Ren: Shades of Grey overlaps from Chapter 6 of Stolen; this is Ren's side of the story as it unfolds. It also overlaps into the next story inline: Shattered Dreams starts where Stolen fin...
MaryAnn had retreated to her haven, the computer room. She was a recent widow. The loneliness of widowhood is depressing, especially for a vibrant woman who, along with her late husband, always pushed the boundaries. She knew of all sorts of ways to banish the tedium, and she was sure she'd have the backing of her late husband if he were here. Their marriage...
You were still laughing as the car sped away. The sight of the 4 men, the four men that had damn near raped you. They had raped you, but you enjoyed it. You enjoyed their cock inside your ass, pussy and mouth. "Fuck, that was good" you said. They stood there, covered in dust, dust that shot up from the rear wheels of the convertible, the repaired and fixed c...