"True love is like a ghost: Everyone talks of it, but few have met it face to face." -Francois de La Rochefoucauld *** "I should warn you about my family. You may be in for a bit of a shock." They were driving with the top down. It was damn hot. Devanie fixed a scarf around her head to keep her hair from blowing. "You'll have to take them as they come,"...
Author's Notes: This little story is from me reading the entire line bovine excrement put out by men who say stupid things like "Once a whore, always a whore!" or "All sluts are the same and all women are sluts." ETC, ETC, ETC.... While women are gaining in the cheaters stakes, thus increasing the amount of divorces churning through the court system. They...
I sat on the couch listening to my son Tom talk to my ex-wife over the phone. "Well, tell Peter to come on over and get them." Peter. Beth had stopped referring to me as "Dad" once we got divorced. It was her way of reinforcing that we were no longer "Mom" and "Dad." That her new husband was just as much a father to Tom as I was. It was a constant reminder...
Authors note: Ever Since I was a young boy I have always loved gangster stories and movies and decided to write one here. This gangster story of mine is totally made up from my own huge imagination and is for entertainment purposes only. No harm or any offence was meant to any race, religion or creed doing this story. It is all in gangster fun story telling....
Chapter 1 This may have been a catastrophically unwise decision. If so, it will dramatically affect the rest of my life, which, in all likelihood, will not exceed sixty seconds. Frank Ryan had his arm extended pointing the barrel of a gun at me. He wasn't ready to shoot me yet. "Go on. Take the gun and shoot Mickey." I twirled a finger. "You know, custom...
Falling asleep early means you wake up early. It was 1:30 in the morning and I had this wonderful, naked, just-introduced-to-fucking-five-hours-ago girl asleep next to me. I tip-toed to the bathroom, peed, got a pitcher of water and two glasses, and returned to touch Julia on the shoulder. "Thirsty?" "What? Huh? — Oh Carl." She remembered where she was. "Y...
A follow-on from chapter 2, but can be read alone. Chapter 3 Priyanka was rudely awoken by a series of loud beeps. She raised her head and looked at her computer. There was a message on the screen. Looks like you forgot to set your alarm. You can skip the run, don't forget the selfies. Her eyes snapped to the clock. She had overslept by almost an hour!...
This is the third and final chapter of Denny and Gloria's story. Even more than the second part, this one will make a ton more sense if you've read the earlier installments. But to recap: Denny has been one of Gloria's regular customers for twelve years. When he accidentally meets her college-age daughter - who hates that her mother is a prostitute - he is s...
Edited By English Rose * * * * * CHAPTER 1 THE PAST: RAT: TAT: TAT! A Thompson submachine gun administrated the punctuation of the roaring twenties. F Scott Fitzgerald named it the Jazz age. It was a time of excess. Tough guys wearing expensive tailored suits and diamond rings came to power by selling bootleg booze on the streets of Chicago and New York....
By Woodmanone copyright June/2012 There are no descriptive sex scenes in this story. So what's new? Same ole, same ole for my work. Constructive comments, emails and critiques are requested and much appreciated. Thank you for taking the time to read my story and I hope you enjoy it. ******************** "Don't hit me. Please, for God's sake don't hit me...