A C&W Song in the Key of Life CAUTION: In answer to a steadily diminishing number of requests, this story is simply a concatenation of the five separate parts. The content is unchanged (mistakes and all). - Pore ol' tragic king Lear really whined about his bitchy daughter Goneril: How sharper than a serpent's tooth it isTo have a thankless child. We...
Do you know how big an eight by eight room is? Since I wear a size ten and a half shoe I can step it off in just over nine steps, and I've done that a lot lately. You see, I've had too much spare time on my hands for the last four months and since I don't have my laptop with me right now, I'm trying to find something to keep my mind occupied. I either recite...
This was a challenging project. Bobby contacted me about writing a story with some very interesting parameters. The story is his story. All of the action, all of the events and many of the people contained within are fictional. However, they all are based in fact, and were things the real life characters were willing to do,and turned on by. Most of the char...
Healed after a car crash but still shaken from losing his job as an attorney, although well compensated financially for the dismissal, Andre Vallier locked up his apartment and headed west. His disgrace was being convicted for drunken driving and destroying an 1889 statue in Northcote City's civic square, Andre traveled to Bedford by bus because he couldn't...
Hi all! I'm back with the next chapter of Home for Horny Monsters? New to this story? You'll want to start at Chapter 1. There's plenty of sex, plot, and monstergirls for everybody. This is currently Book Four, and this story is weighing in at almost half a million words at this point. Returning reader? So good to see you! My chapter posts are spread a bit...
Back in high school, the Travis McGee books by John D. MacDonald were something of a guilty pleasure. I came across a copy of A Purple Place for Dying at a cabin one weekend and finished it by the time we went home. Over time, I hunted down the others in second-hand bookstores. So, when I decided to write a story that had some (very!) minor action elements a...
It was a bright, sunny morning and Linda and I had decided to go to Panera before my first appointment at 10:00 am and her going to work at the department store, teaching people how to do makeup properly so it didn't look like makeup. She was fantastic at that and, also very valuable to me as she helped me at the studio about every minute that she wasn't wor...
Part of life's learning comes from observing others, sometimes they don't know you're watching ... that's voyeurism! Here's my story of watching and being watched. It's another long one and I hope you enjoy it. I write these stories for my pleasure and hope you can enjoy them with the odd spelling or grammatical error. I would appreciate critique and comment...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** Chapter 1 Clark Duhon looked out his living room window as the young girl pedaled her bicycle past Rodney Boudreaux's house again. He smiled sadly; Rodney Boudreaux most likely did not even notice the girl. He knew, if Rodney did happen to come o...
Chapter 1: All Our Past Times There was no "Bernie." It was just a made-up name from long ago, and no one remembered its origin. "Backstreet Bernie's," however, was a sacred watering hole for me and a number of the locals. Nick Kleinhof was bartender during most afternoons and evenings. He was also the owner, and as you soon discovered, no one ... I mean no...