This is stroke story of how a husband took control of his family after being hosed in a divorce. ***** The phone was ringing... Shit, who would be phoning me at seven on a Saturday morning? I cocked one eye open and peeked at the caller ID. It was my home number, or what used to be my home number. "Dad?" "Yeah, Jason, waddaya want?" "Dad, mom needs your...
From my earlier story "Transition": j crawled up the steps behind Goddess Veronica. She stepped through the door and j followed on his hands and knees. She turned and as the door closed and the lock clicked, a passerby could have heard her say, "Get those clothes off, crawl back to the dungeon and get on the table face down with your feet hanging off the ta...
Titus James Edwards sat on his bed. He was in his room. The house was empty. His parents were out for the weekend and big sister Rhonda was out on a date with a guy named Troy. Titus was one bored cat. He was eighteen years old. A slim guy with dark curly hair and expressive eyes. He'd been called many things, from dopey sweet to immature. He decided to call...
Author's Note: Welcome back to my next story. This tale came about as a simple idea and I decided to run with it as long as I could. I think the story came out well but I'll let you be the judge of that. It's not as long as my first work, A Most Graceful Life, and will be posted in three parts. Be warned there is no heat in part one, but you can expect it in...
Miriam Smith had it all. She was attractive, well liked, had a fantastic job as a kindergarten teacher as well as a loving husband, Maurice. Although, the only thing that she lacked was children of their own, the little ones in her kindergarten class helped her fill that void. At first Miriam thought it was her own body betraying her. She enjoyed sex and off...
Author's note: As Messy enters its third and final act, I have a few warnings for the readers. First, there's not a lot of sexual activity in this chapter. Hardly any, to be perfectly honest. This chapter is almost totally plot-driven. So if you've been reading Messy for specifically that reason, you'll want to skip ahead to one of the next chapters once th...
Emma walked out of the hotel into the warmth of the Parisian night. She was looking for a bar, just somewhere to sit and read her novel over a glass of wine or two. But she was also looking for some less innocent fun. She had felt horny all day; only that morning Tom had buggered her over the desk in her office and had left her with an itch in her arsehole a...
When Jake invited me to join in his invitational this time. Oh he's invited me most every time and I've started a tale for them all. I just ain't too clever at finishing the damned things sometimes. This old mind of mine kind-a wanders off into pastures new; well, new stories anyway. Anyway this time - just to stop Jake form getting too crotchety with me - I...
"Wake your ass up." Lonnie Turner crept into his daughter's bedroom as she lay nude atop her covers, her rose colored pedestal fan blowing over her succulent body. It had turned out to be a warm night last evening. A hard swat on the ass, she yelps jumping into a defensive roll, feet poised to kick at him. "DON'T DO THAT." She stares up at him fearfully. "...
WEDNESDAY NIGHT. "Salad officially tossed." Paige Turner tosses her salad tongs aside on to the counter, while her father Lonnie checks on his porkchops in the oven, preferring baked over fried. "Chops are close." He shuts the oven door, twisting to look about at everything. "Potatoes mashed. Green beans with bacon simmering. Dinner rolls ready to toss i...