Your mind is your arsenal, fortress, and armory. Your words are potential weapons you give to your enemies to assault the citadel of your soul. To PokingFun and Talenwolf for the editing help. Also, for all those who helped with the creative process of this story. My weary mind cannot put a name to you all. We share a darkness, a confusion with the injustic...
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*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 1 Annette Young lazily scratched her flabby buttock while waiting for Gordon Ziegler to finish the joint they'd been sharing. She laughed at him as he suddenly sputtered and coughed harshly, the acrid marijuana smoke coming out of his mouth and...
Author's note: If you haven't read the previous chapters then I suggest you don't bother continuing until you do, especially if all you're interested in is the sex scenes. There is one, but in order to keep the reader enmeshed in a story of this length most of this chapter is character and plot development. I think you'll be lost and disappointed without th...
Chapter 3: Jazz, Fingers & Confessions, and on a school night, too! Lara and I woke the next morning with two slices of pizza left in the box on the bed. My hand was on the margherita slice. We had gone to sleep over pizza and old movies. I lifted my hand, and there was sauce and a basil leaf on my fingers. "What the hell, I can't let sauce this good...
My name: Don Wilson. I'm a 28 year old college graduate with a BA in business. I currently manage one of my father's three fitness centers. I'm semi buffed out for the simple reason it wouldn't be cool to look like John Goodman. Amy Wilson, also 28, is my sweetheart, best friend and lovely wife. She is only five feet tall and looks like a little girl next...
Authors Angst... This is not a stand-alone story. In order to understand it, you must read E. Z. Riter's "How High a Price - Another View," Mr. Riter's version of The Troubadour's excellent "How High a Price," With Mr. Riter's permission and The Troubadour's I'm using the characters from both their stories. I have attempted to pick up exactly where Mr. Riter...
Chapter 25 Note: This is a work of FICTION! Although the areas this story takes place in are real; all of the landscapes depicted, the people described, everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for you are NOT REAL. As you read this story, try to remember: This is a Novel 104. Hide in Plain Sight Patty would not take no for an answer,...
This isn't really the story I wanted to break into Loving Wives with. But when I realized that the holiday contest was coming, I couldn't resist writing this tale for it. But as the deadline approaches I realize I want to not rush this and make it a better tale. There is violence, but not enough to rival most network television. There is also no sex in this...
Notes from the author: Hello again everyone. For this story, I will return to a contemporary setting; I hope you enjoy this office romance and wish you both a pleasant and exciting read. * 1. The Cancelled Game "Louis, que paso?" Upon hearing that lament, Louis-Charles Leclerc swiveled on his chair, away from his Excel spreadsheet and now facing the brood...