I never had any obsessions in life until I turned thirty three. Sure I played too many video games when I was a pre-teen; sure I was preoccupied with football, and not just during football season, when in High School; sure I partied too much in college. But I never felt that I wasn't in control. At thirty three I was basically happily married to Marie, chil...
Disclaimer: All sexual activity is between adults, which on Nova Terra is age 20. I hope you enjoy. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Cooper Chess' Journal Saturday, 23 October, CY 26 When I left you, dear reader, and got back to our bedspace, I discovered who was causing Mel to moan. She and Chinah were in their first 69 with each other, Mel on top, facing the foot of the be...
"Who here has heard or know information of a town here in Virginia named Blackstar?...Nobody. Okay well...Yes Ms. Thompson? You have something to say?" Professor Clark asked the young lady sitting in the back of the class. Lashaya didn't realize she had her hand up until the professor called her name and all her classmates turned to look at her. The shocked...
Author's Note: This series is a continuation of my last story series, "Ghosts of the Past." It is taking place 18 years plus into the future and involves the children of the group of friends surrounding Charles and Diana Richards and Tom and Lynda Seldon... who are just about to learn the "Price of Past Miracles..." ********** "Mama... I love him and he l...
Where to begin? My virginity seems as good a place to start as any. I was eighteen and I still had it. Not from a lack of trying to get rid of the damn thing, it just hadn't happened yet. ***** The 70's were supposed to be the decade of free love, but that wasn't the case in Eastern Kentucky where I grew up. The local ladies weren't giving it up, at least...
CHAPTER 1 Kate Scott, a curvy brunette and associate editor of the Evening Herald and judge of the newspaper's story competition, smiled when she read the covering note attached to the thick manuscript. My name is Harry Blackwell. I submit this story as my entry in the Evening Herald's Annual Best Story Competition. I don't believe I have much chance of w...
My name is Stephen Pratchett, and I am a secret atheist. Why keep that a secret? you may ask. Well, the problem were my parents, and to a certain extent, my two siblings. You see, they were reformed protestants. For those of you who don't know what that means: they were the strictest, fun-hating, sour-faced people on the planet. Fundamentally their beliefs m...
He blinked at the living room. "Darguni?" Lydia whispered. "Oh, my love! You're back!" "Thank you." "Anything." He hugged her tightly. "Oh, your mother!" Darguni bolted up. "Mother!" Gently, he lifted her head. "She used up too much energy I HAVE to get her to the training yard." "I can walk on my own. We have to help her." Lydia climbed off the c...
{{{AUTHORS NOTE: THIS STORY IS CURRENTLY TO BE CONSIDERED ASS THE SPIRITUAL SUCCESSOR FOR MY DRAGON BALL Z UNIVERSE SURVIVAL SAGA ONWARDS STORY!}}} (Home of Karkoraen and Tights) Gorten was the Second Son of Karkoraen, younger brother of Garten, and Older Brother of Taurè, like His Siblings and Cousins he was a Human-Saiyan Hybrid, and could become a Super S...
I was forty years old, a widower and a father of one young boy. My beloved wife of 15 years had succumbed to breast cancer the year before and I was feeling the urge to move on, if not for my sake but for that of my 2-year-old son. Still I didn't want to go on blind dates, nor frequent the regular divorcée pick-up spots, or heaven forbid join Tinder. The dat...