Ch 1 October 2015 "Ella, wake up hon." I opened my eyes as the late afternoon sun hit through the window of their Ford Expedition hit my eyes. I let out a groan, my nap wasn't long enough. I checked my iPhone, it was 2:30 on a Saturday afternoon and we had been on the road since five. I sat up and stretched, my muscles were stiff from the drive and the aw...
© Copyright 2019. All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 years and over. This is a hard story to tell. It involves the very bottom a person can reach and the very top a person can aspire. I know, I have been in both places. The low can make you suicidal, and the high can be unbelievable. Fortunately the high has cont...
I'm so sick and tired of my life. It was like I'm cursed. I wasn't a great looking guy in high school with bad skin and bad grades because well... I was poor. My old man was a night watchman and mom was a stay at home mom because she was poor and had no real education past junior high when she started popping us out. So everything was tight and for the m...
My cabin mate Robert and I looked forward to dinner. The fact that there was going to be a business meeting afterward was only a minor drawback. Steak tonight! We were exhausted after spending a very long day getting the place ready for the first invasion of kids the next day. We were junior counselors at a summer camp, this was my second year, Robert's fi...
An innocent and sheltered wife and mother goes back into the workforce in teaching in the deep south after both of her children go away to college. Things aren't exactly going as she thought they would. Please read The Janitor Who Was King to better understand this chapter. ***** Cheryl woke up about 4am to the sound of Rob stumbling to bed. She strugg...
Starting in the 1600s, when the English first found India, family tradition has it that at least one male member of every generation has gone off in quest of Indian cunt; a kind of coming of age thing. Others went off to subjugate, to teach those damn natives what the white man's superiority was all about; but not us. Not for us pseudo patriotic thoughts of...
© 2020, All rights reserved - mimaster ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "HOLY SHIT!" Sam gasped, his limp body lying prone on the king-sized mattress. Betsy giggled as she sat up, her confidence soaring. "So, I take it you liked that," she said, affirming the obvious by scooping a trail of cum off her chin, bringing it to her mouth. Feeling the wet ring her lips had left a...
Many thanks to Renee and Kent for their editing of this story. * I'm Glen Caballo. I live in a small Scandinavian town and when this story begins, I had a good job as production engineer at a local branch of a big international company. Caballo is Spanish for horse. It was my great grandfather who took that name while he was an actor and found out that his...
As my user name here suggests, I think of myself as a good man - except when I sit down to write. Then I give my imagination free rein, a lot of incest apparently, not that I personally have ever been tempted. At the moment, I need a new plot, so I am taking a side track. This is all true, but don't get your hopes up. If you want sexual couplings, read my st...
All names, characters, situations and incidents portrayed in this story are fictitious. No identification with actual persons is intended or should be inferred. Copyright blablabla... **************************************************************** Sweet dreams are made of thisWho am I to disagree? I travel the worldAnd the seven seas, Everybody's looki...