Huge thank you to Spector Dugan for not only publishing incredibly sexy stories that honestly inspired me to put these thoughts down on paper but who spent countless hours and few days going through my very first story with a fine tooth comb and not pulling any punches through the draft. **** Every year when the weather would start to break Mr. Sanders,...
Author's foreword; Hi, remember me? I know it's been a while but real life often times gets in the way of our fun. I am back at it, albeit at a slower pace than before. You can find me on Mark Zuckerberg's little venture if you care to know what I am up to. A big thank you goes to blackstallion21 for editing this story. Thank you for reading and it's nice...
Winston Bramblenook was your typical milquetoast. A seller of high quality, leather bound literary classics, his daily door to door grind rarely netted him any big sales. From month to month, his meager commission and almost as miniscule hourly wage were barely enough to pay his rent and the few small bills he accrued. His personal life was in even worse sha...
Prologue 'See anything you like?' Charlie looked up hastily from the woman's cleavage. He was usually pretty good at not looking at women who weren't his wife. But this girl, with her shining blonde locks and plump red lips, had drawn his gaze down into the valley between her full, pert breasts. She looks, he thought, like Jane did on our first day of uni...
CHAPTER ONE “Look Mike. I'm telling you for the last time. We're through. I don't want you to call me at home and I certainly don't want you to call me at work," Melissa growled down the phone at her ex-boyfriend. Suddenly as he shouted back, her eyes rounded. "You bastard! How dare you call me that. Just because you can't wait. You've no right. You bast......
The October day had turned out uncharacteristically warm, but John Winston didn't mind. As long as it wasn't rain he was more than willing to stand and wait for the auctioneer to get to the few boxes of odds and ends he had decided to try to purchase. He enjoyed his hobby, perusing through old boxes of junk and odds and ends at auctions and estate sales. He...
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...
Okay. I fell off the tread mill. I was talking on the phone to Crowley and misstepped. The thing dumped me on my ass. I was trying to keep the phone to my ear and wrenched my back something awful. I went to a back doctor and he put me in two days of traction. Shit. Visions of Bethlynn danced in my head and a new clock ticked in my brain. I was laid up for a...
NOTE: This is a work of fiction. The characters appearing in this series are consenting adults over the age of 18. Any reference to past experiences by any character appearing in this story are intended to define that character. * It was almost 3 when I woke up in my roommate's double bed. Sunlight streamed between the broken slats of his plastic blinds...
Hello, I'm back and writing again. Like mad. Like stories upon stories and god I hope this streak lasts. Anyhow I have met some wonderful gals who've agreed to help me (I swear their angels cause only they would agree to put themselves through my torturous errors. Please give a warm welcome to LakiettaWolf (she's fucking awesome) who helped beta and edit thi...