It had been a long time since I had last seen Alicia. What was it, fifteen years? No. Sixteen. Good Gawd A'mighty! Actually, she looked better than I remembered. Of course, that last time I saw her she was recovering from breast-reduction surgery and wasn't in her best sorts. We were also married to other people then, and it wasn't the best time for me ei...
The setting is Holland Patent, New York, a sleepy little town outside of Utica, and the year is 2001. ......... Chapter One: My best friend's mother. "I swear Robbie, if you tell anybody about what I'm going to show you, I'll fucking kill you," Ted warned me, and judging my the veins bulging in his neck and the crimson color of his face, he probably mean...
Chapter Four: Sweet Heat The next morning, Valarie awoke with a slight headache and a stale taste in her mouth. She rolled over, aware that she was nude. She tried to remember what happened after Travers had taken her upstairs at the end of the party. She had visions of him humping her furiously while she drifted in and out of consciousness. For an older ma...
There are some days that should never happen. Today was one of these days. Actually, to tell the truth, the last several hundred should have never happened. Life used to be good, fun, and exciting; there were things to look forward to every day. I used to get up in the morning and be excited about going to work, if I got a new project I would be excited with...
*Author's Note: Any persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Ch 1 The 2005 yearbook of St. Thomas Aquinas has the usual groups of photographs; graduating seniors, the other classes, faculty, sports and intramural clubs. In the rear of the book are the various photographs of slices of life at St. Thomas Aquinas for the Sch...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
My eyes open hesitantly - struggling to adjust to the early morning sun filtering in through the bedroom curtains. I let out a small groan as I reached across the nightstand at the side of the bed in an effort to turn the alarm clock in my direction so that I could see what time it was. I froze in mid-reach when my mind finally processed the fact that I was...
This is the story of a young man and the journey he undertakes in order to help his dying uncle fulfill his bucket list. Prologue It was a cloudy, cool, and windy morning. John and MaryAnn stood grieving, as the coffin of Joe Taylor was lowered into the ground. John was going to miss his demanding, strong willed, adventurous and loveable Uncle. For more t...
Note: All persons in this novel are fictitious. If you are looking for a great deal of explicit sexual activity, this story is not for you. Those scenes that are included will be evocative rather than just for the sake of sex itself. This story is for your reading pleasure. Its length is undetermined at this time, because I do not know where my mind will tak...
Honesty may be the best policy, but it doesn't always get you what you want! JACK I met April just after I moved to town - purely by chance at my new doctor's office -- she backed into my bumper and then got out to look at her car. If I had not been sitting in my parked pickup (I always arrive early for any appointment) I am not sure she would have owned u...