This is a different one for me. No cheating. No elaborate plots. Just a story of appreciating what you have. I've been told that happiness is not having everything you want, but wanting what you have. And there is more than one way to betray someone, so here's a story about that. Edited by my good friend NonetheWiser, who, as usually, takes my drivel and m...
I actually heard the interview about the site I describe in the story, on NPR. The woman makes almost four million a year. And there's almost no sex, but there is a cheating wife, so I think it fits this category. And if it were your wife, what would you do? .................................................. I was an NPR junkie, hardly ever listening to...
This is basically a rewrite of a previous story, 'A New Beginning' It has been fleshed out and a different ending added, to please those who told me that the previous ending was rushed. I'll probably be criticised now for drawing it out too long. Ah well, you can't please them all. CM * She was a pharmaceutical blonde, of that I was almost certain, she was...
Perpetual slacker Shawn had been promised sex by his rich girlfriend Daisy if he could pass his final exam... Well, he failed and went over her house in an attempt to coerce her into sex anyway and ended up sleeping with her mother Mrs. Diane Hartford, a SMOKING HOT M.I.L.F!! Mrs. Hartford took his virginity and the couple was nearly caught by his girlfriend...
**Again, please make sure you read the chapters in order. Thank you!** ***** The sun was peeking between the shades of his Venetian Blinds the next morning when Mike awoke. They had barely moved since they fell asleep hours ago. Shelly was still clinging on to him, and his arms were wrapped tightly around her. Finally letting go, he stretched his arms abov...
Note: This story has lots of exhibitionism, a bit of light bondage, and a hell of a lot of cheap shots against wannabe literary critics and the anonymous trolls that we all love to hate. I will admit it is not the most original themed story I have ever written but still fun in my opinion. As always, if these things are not your thing, seek life elsewhere. Yo...
Day One: The Wedding On the day of his wedding, Jonathan Rupert Stanford was up before the sun. It was a murky December morning; the fog had rolled in overnight, lit from within by streetlights and headlights and brake lights, so that the world was suffused with a dim, diffuse glow. Jon thought it beautiful, and appropriate for fifteen days before Christmas...
There will probably be two or three more chapters. This one came about quickly, but I can't guarantee that the others will. I appreciate comments and feedback. It helps me a lot in finding motivation. ***** Helena did not get much rest that night. Sleep came quickly - almost as soon as her cheek had touched the pillow -, but when it came it was anythi...
Jake was standing on the sideline watching his nephew Bryan's team, the Rattlers, play soccer. He would go to the games whenever he could make it, which meant when he didn't have to work. His work consisted of two different occupations: running charter boats out of his brother's marina and playing music in the bars up and down the beach. He made a pretty goo...
(The Theme of this story was determined by a fan who then secured XXXecil's services as a writer.) Part 5: The Greatest Sin "Let me get this straight, you believe that this airliner, this Flight 69 was the means by which Patient Zero escaped the Amazon?" remarked a joweled, bushy-browed general whose weathered skin and pock-marked face soured with uncertai...