Traci and I had our business and our social life which were both very important to us. Our sexual adventures had taken us to exciting heights. Traci had convinced me that much of our hang-ups come from conditioned responses of our early lives. It was not that we detested society and rules; it was that she believed in reality instead of pretense. Much of her...
May 7th Sara Wood lived in darkest shadowlands, and she kept to her shadows -- lived to blend in, to disappear; if caught in light of day, she simply faded away into the pale warrens of the city. Sara Wood was an expert in the fine art of disappearance, of camouflage, of falling through cracks in the few systems left to deal with girls of her sort: homeless...
I would like to stress beforehand that the events depicted in this story are purely fictional and have only occurred in the deepest and most wicked regions of my – sometimes twisted – brain. The story was written from the *perspective* of Kiefer being bi-sexual, not the *knowledge* thereof! I have absolutely no hidden knowledge of Kiefer's sexual preferences...
Author's Note: After three months of trying to find an editor or get some feedback, I'm giving up and will just post my story and see if I can get any feedback to help it out. It's my first attempt at writing a story and I know it needs work, so please be kind. Any helpful feedback is appreciated. ***** Chapter 1 With the last pass over my lips with a...
Prologue: March, 2014. Frieda slowly squeezed open one eye. Her worry wart husband had called earlier, awakened her, and try as she might she hadn't quite been able to get back to sleep. She peered lazily over at the man snoring beside her; drool, like the drip of a leaky faucet was seeping from his open mouth. She could see his fillings and the lighter br...
To the readers: This story has become a longer saga than I ever intended it to be when I first conceived it. In this penultimate chapter, Jamie finds that his (and his alter ego Jill's) new-found freedom to date around after breaking up the Anna, is coming at a cost. Thank you all for sticking with this story. The next chapter, Chapter Four, will offer some...
Here is your word of warning. There is a cuckold in this story, whether or not he remains one plays out as the story goes on. If you read the description, you can already guess where this one is headed. Once again Thanks to PapaGus and his deft hand for editing this. ***** The headlights of my Suburban pierce the inky night, leading me back to a place I t...
Returning Home Puyallup, Washington: Fifteen months ago "I was thinking about building the plant somewhere near Seattle. I know Boeing has a plant in Everett, and I'm thinking pretty seriously about that as my final choice. We've got survey teams investigating a potential site there as well as one is a small town just outside of Portland. But I think I'm m...
1.A STOLEN, FORBIDDEN MOMENT. He was asleep, and I was quiet. I felt rather than planned my actions. Quietly I removed my trousers and unbuttoned my shirt. My basque clad upper body now showed down to my stocking clad legs. I padded into the bathroom swishing my legs against each other and relishing the tingling sparks of colliding nylon energy. Dab of foun...
Every year, in Louisiana, just before the onslaught of the Easter season the masses of the state have a grand celebration known as Mardi Gras. This is the last big party before the religious observance of the Lenten season. People come from all over to enjoy the festive air and decadence that surrounds the partying. New comers are sometimes shocked at the d...