Chapter 10 Stan's Mom Stan said goodbye to Jack and went home, tired out from the evening fuckfest he wanted to go home have a hot shower and tear threw all of his dirty magazines to find the same add for the Spanish Fly, the concoction had worked so well he wanted to make sure he had an abundant supply available. The shower felt fantastic on his body, the...
***This is a story with a bunch of characters in it that I found I quite liked. They were originally developed for use in A Big Shiny Blue Marble, but sadly, they didn't make the cut. I re-read the story a while ago and I thought it might fly if it was presented as a separate -- and very finite -- finished work of say two to four chapters for Mother's Day....
I stood next to her she smelled like flowers and expensive perfume. I sat their listening to what she said while trying hard not to get hard from looking at her sweet tits. Oh god how I love the flesh. Her flesh. Her normal size breasts were anything from normal to me. They were the promise to heaven. So were her eyes. Beautiful brown mystical swirls that hi...
Guatemala City 1/1990 *** Everything in this story is true, as in it actually happened. Not all at the same time. Probably not in the same exact sequence, or with or to the exact same people. Which likely doesn't matter because I changed some names, and have forgotten others. That's a consequence of getting older and not having written it down those many y...
The Crash I suppose this is really for posterity's sake, but my name is Terry Grant. I used to be a freelance explorer. Mostly taking rewards for mapping out uncharted places, but when that's your profession you tend to put yourself out of a job. That, or you end up doing crazier and crazier things, like flying over the Arctic Circle in a plane like so many...
Ch. I: Murder in 33-B Joseph Masterson, Ph.D., was a professor of religious studies at a major university in Los Angeles. He was a trim, alert handsome man of forty-three with a thin moustache, sharp eyes and impeccably dressed. He flashed around big-time money and had quite the eye for the ladies. Which is why Las Vegas was his favorite place and he made i...
Chapter 4 I damn near fainted more than once, not being exactly a spring chicken anymore, as Consuela, my lovely bride, wore me down at last. I had beads of sweat dripping off my flesh, and she had them, too, until I licked hers off her skin, of course. Consuela Jackson, nee Dominguez, was truly the most erotic and sensual woman I had ever known. I had no i...
Introduction When I started this story, I had no idea that I'd end up writing two versions of it. But, that's what I did. In this version of the story, called 'The Paralegals (Rachael's Version), Rachael, who is one of the two main characters, finds herself struggling over some big decisions. The resulting conflict is debated by two different voices in he...
There were no commercial flights to San Cristobal. Xavier offered to fly me down in his Lear jet, but when I checked on it I was told that the runways there were too short even for executive sized jets. So I took a Mexicana flight to Tuxtla Gutierrez -- a horrible industrial town in the middle of a raspy desert -- and from there hired a local pilot to fly me...
Josie - Chapter 02 - by Polly+Anna (3653 words) Our Lady in 1923 Jacksonville Florida (2/5/20) March 1923 Josie's father and brothers had played ice hockey, and she remembered her dad's advice, that on the ice and in life people in large part make their own luck. By paying attention, and being prepared and ready for anything, one can take advantage of the...