"How the hell did we get to this point?" Brady asked his dad as they sat in the backyard with the sun beating down on them. Brady had been sitting there soaking in the warmth for about thirty minutes when John walked out and joined him. The two sat quietly for a few minutes before Brady initiated the conversation. John had stood at the back door for severa...
There were two things my father told me growing up. "Never look a gift horse in the mouth, and Age is only a state of mind." I had just turned forty. And though I really didn't feel like I was "older" or slowing down in anyway, there were the telltale signs of middle age setting in. I certainly didn't have the firm tight stomach I'd had in my early twenty's...
This is a work of fiction. It is for entertainment only, and should not be taken seriously by anyone. ***** Ella couldn't understand what had come over her youngest daughter. A little over a month ago, Mya had been a quiet, sensitive girl who studied hard and partied little. She had usually dressed conservatively, wore glasses, and never showed off her bod...
Note: This story was originally written under the name of Necromancer, but I’ve decided to use the new name Doctor Insanus. It has more of a corny, comic book-type of feel that I’m trying to put in my writing. Note: This story represents my first attempt at the multi-part cosmic epics that Marvel has done so well throughout the years. Forgive the wordiness...
I woke from the nap, still unclothed and still with my arms wrapped snuggly around her body. Her long, curly brown hair smelled of vanilla; which was by far my favorite scent. Either she knew this about me, or she loved vanilla too. But either way, we were beginning to fit together. But then I started thinking about it and wondered what I knew about her. She...
There he is. Flashing his 100-watt smile, impressing the parents, smoozing. My breath becomes shallow and I feel suddenly self-conscious. Maybe I should have worn my hair up to make myself look older. He catches my eye and I blush uncontrollably. He walks over and I have to concentrate on keeping my eyes away from the muscles rippling under his dark blue shi...
Friday, May 13, 1977 was the evening Megan Richards was supposed to be flying home to L.A. from Northwestern University in Illinois. It was also the day Brad had flown home from The Air Force Academy in Colorado... the day Barbie had been convinced that his plane was going to crash from being struck by lightning! But Brad had heeded her warning and avoided t...
This story occurred chronologically before my story "Not Lesbians," which also features Marilyn. While they are separate stories, I recommend reading this one first, as Mare has made further sexual progress by the time of the other story. I met this good-looking girl Marilyn in a Psychology class soon after I transferred to a different college my sophomore...
This is the first chapter and is a little tedious without any actual sexual situations. Please bear with it. I needed this to set the stage for following chapters. I promise it will get much better. Also please remember it is only a work of fiction. I welcome critiques both good and bad but if the storyline isn't your cup of tea then don't read it. I see s...
I practiced for hours before finally calling them. Mohammed Hassan and Yousef Adbirahman. The two men I love the most. Mohammed is six feet three inches tall and slender, with light brown skin, curly black hair and pale brown eyes. He was born in the town of Mogadishu in the nation of Somaliland. He's been living in the town of Ottawa, Province of Ontario, f...