Thank you to Techsan for editing my story and making it a much better read. Not a lot of sex in this story. Note from Jake Rivers: DG Hear and I worked together doing the "Back Up Buddy" and "Hey, Joe!" stories and then collaborating on "Wish Me Luck, The Sequel." This was in addition, of course, to our stories in the two writing invitational's I put toget...
It started out like a lot of other Saturday afternoons ... a game on the television, my beautiful wife napping in the sun on the couch in front of the big picture window and me on the computer catching up on a few emails. Then, things took a little bit of an unexpected turn. Just as I was about to sign off, a chat window popped up from a screen name I didn...
There comes a point in many writers' careers when they reflect on what they pen and why. I am at that point right now as I type this document. Perhaps you, the reader, are there with me. Whether or not, I hope you find lessons in these words. I hope you will understand that the opinions expressed herein are mine and that everything I say is merely a suggesti...
I pulled into the parking lot and turned off my car. The sun was dazzling. It was a hot early autumn afternoon, nearly eighty degrees out, and I still hadn't gotten my air-conditioning fixed. The weather would turn cooler soon enough and then I wouldn't have to get it fixed until spring, I thought. I sat there with the windows rolled down. My t-shirt stuck t...
A lazy sunny Sunday in July, out in the beyond, the middle of nowhere, the middle of Iowa actually. Peggy Sanford and I saw a tumbled down house, a wood frame ruin flaunting its lack of paint, filled with shattered windows and fronted by a seriously sagging, broken down porch. Abandoned, surrounded by out of control weeds, large bald spots of ground surround...
Dear Reader, Maria is the pseudonym of a real and beautiful person who is very dear to my heart. But my lascivious encounters with her exist only in my fantasies of a very long time ago. But I have reason to believe that they might have been reciprocated If only I had tried and insisted... As is true for my other stories written in English, this is a freel...
A standalone story, but it follows Part 1, Loving Bonds. Thanks for your attention. +++ "Today, lover," I whispered into his ear. "Today, it's my turn." I nibbled his earlobe with sharp, white teeth. He shifted in his sleep. Reaching over his side, I grasped his morning wood and started rubbing a fingertip under its head. He came slowly awake. It was ju...
Chapter Nine: The Game's Afoot The weeks passed; March, April, and into May. I won't dwell on the mechanics of the surgery or post-op. Either Angie or Dianna was at my side almost constantly, but never together. I don't want to say I 'juggled' them, but it was sometimes a delicate balancing act. I was head-over-heels for Dianna, but couldn't deny my feeling...
Undine Chronicles (1): Redemption I don't know how long I've been here now. Stopped counting the years not too long after my wife... my life... left this world. Mine is a story of common irony. We worked together, spent our years trying to give our children every advantage as they grew into adulthood. Always looking forward to the day when it would just be...
This is a sequel to the story "Kate Middleton Needs a Proper Fuck." DISCLAIMER: The following contains extreme subject matter and utter absurdity. If you are looking for something purely erotic, a quick stroke story, or are a member of the British Royal Family, or are easily offended, you might want to move on. Thanks to everyone who read the last insta...