Hmm...Some of y'all are cold blooded like Rick James. It's cool. Sometimes story's will not always be happy that's life. Sometimes they are train wrecks we, as readers, can't look away from. I remember reading a story where I didn't morally agree with the character's actions. At times I hated her, but I never forgot that story. Not to say that this is some g...
This is the third installment of the Backgammon For Blood Series. Although this can be read by itself, it might provide background for you if you read the first two stories, particularly Kathy's Portrait, before you read this one. This is a somewhat strange story, and I can only say that it makes sense to me. I hope it does to you, my reader, as well. For t...
Author's Note: This is a series of stories based on actual experiences and observations at a local sex club. It's not a series; the stories can be read individually, but there are some recurring characters. ----- Some people are wealthy by birth, others by hard work and ingenuity. Then there are those from humble origins, who have great opportunities drop...
John loved to masturbate. He was in the shower at his home in San Diego. It was a million-dollar home left to him by his dying father. It was a huge house with luxury materials. The house had made numerous articles and was even shown in "Southern If masturbation were like a volcano, and I the cum like the lava, then the strokes were like the earth moving its...
"Hot Springs Rehabilitation Center," a friendly but familiar female voice said. "Third floor house parent Mrs. J's office please," I said excitedly. "One moment," the voice replied. "Hello?" Mrs. J said in her friendly southern accent. "Hey Mrs. J, it's Karen, Mat around?" I asked happily. "He sure is, I just saw him a few minutes ago heading to his roo...
Author's Note: Yes, this is a "loving wife" story, the kind that makes one wonder... what do you mean loving, she cheated on him. So if you don't like those kinds of stories don't read this one. If you are curious as to what would make a wife cheat then read on. ~ Thanks, Red Dana glanced nervously at the map that lay open on the passenger side of her mini...
This coffee tasted like shit. Whoever made it probably used stale water from a puddle on the street. You know how the smell of coffee is comforting and relaxing in the morning? Well, this putrid concoction smelled like it hated you and loathed the fact that you counted on it to wake yourself up a bit. A lazy coffee that hates it's job as much as Mel hated he...
Women say that men 'have their brains in their balls and think with their dicks' and if there's a grain of truth in that (let's face it guys - there probably is) then Tracy blew my mind regularly! At home and alfresco - in the back of a black cab going home after a night out; in the cubicle of a public restroom; in the park, in the woods and on the beach - a...
We loaded the Nomad, and Marie and I headed for St. Augustine. Dennis wanted to drive his pick-up so he had wheels if he got lucky, or if Marie and I decided to do something after the gig. We arrived early so Marie could set up her keyboards before Ronny scattered his drums all over the stage. I always set up on the right side of the stage, with Marie to my...
Chapter 1.0 - You call this abuse? Note: All participants in this story are over the age of 18. All good things come to an end, eventually. In the case of young adults, house mates come and go. Ann and Dave had lived together for two years, first as friends in different bedrooms, then as frequent sex partners. Then, not so frequent. Finally, Ann moved...