I'm a big guy, six foot three inches, 220 pounds, blond hair and a ruddy complexion. My Dad was a lumberjack, spent his entire life, up to now, in the lumber harvesting business. Norwegian background. I worked lumbering starting in junior high school, through summer breaks in college. Lots of hard work. I was raised in a very small community. less than a tho...
Chapter 07 – Adult Weekend At The Cabin Mark won election to the state Senate. A celebration was in order, and as it turned out, ours was a bit shocking! I think we were all very tense and looking for relief. Mark's cabin up North sounded perfect for an escape from all our tensions. Phyllis and David had planned an "adults-only" weekend in the woods for al...
Proofed by Maggie Finson DECLARATION: This story is an original literary work. I wrote a story just to stretch my creative muscles. All characters, Sirens, and rapists in this work are fictional. Any resemblance to anyone living, dead, or born in the future, is purely coincidental. WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild violence,...
Bob Harris again gave a disgusted look to the silent engine of the Ford and then shifted his gaze - just as disgustedly - to his watch. Then, in a way completely uncharacteristic for him, he vented his feelings with a single, loud expletive. "Shit!" The sudden profanity seemed to bring him back to his surroundings, but did nothing to alleviate his turmoil. F...
PREFACE Please note: There will be no voting—this is for information only. However comments are welcome, as are PMs and email with any questions about this essay, but any comment which is simply "testimony" otherwise known as witnessing. by churchy people, argumentative, or preachy, will be deleted immediately. This is not a forum for debating—most of the f...
Warning; this story has incest content. "I would weave strong magic for protection, Deep magic to bind and chasten." (Chant to Feyja) A hand touched his arm and a voice said, "Hello Richard." He turned to see an exceedingly striking woman wearing, in marked contrast to the somber attire of those around them, a silver coloured dress that stretched from...
Chapter 1. Goodbye St. John. Snow fell on Mount St. John last night. It has made a tiny white cone on top of the mountain, the first intimation of winter. Here at Windabri, in the valley, it is still autumn but up there in that little cone of white it is already winter. St. John is about thirty kilometres from Windabri, and serves as is a sort of seasona...
I was posting some photos to the internet the other day when I found one on my computer of Pam wearing a blue string-bikini. She once told me that the photo was taken by one of her ex-lovers on the beach at Ocean City, MD. From things she has told me, things I have heard from others and some of his letters to her, I have surmised that she had a torrid affair...
Although this story can stand on its own, there are a few references to a previous story -- The Rose Garden - that may leave you wondering at times. So, you may want to start with that story first. Both stories are about Paul and Dana -- a loving, middle aged couple who are gradually discovering the pleasures of sex beyond their own bedroom. I hope you'll a...
"What the Hell happened to you?" "You really don't want to know," William said with a sigh. "No, really," Phil asked, his concern showing. "No one's ever kicked your ass like that! How many of them were there? Should I alert Burton that they've gotten violent?" "No, there's no need for that. It was nothing, really." "Dude, you've got a black eye, gas...