It's so easy to look back with perfect 20/20 hindsight and say, "If I would've done this; if I could've done that; if I had only known." But life doesn't work that way, at least it didn't for me. If I had only realized back then that I possessed all of the information I needed to straighten out my life right away, everything might have turned out great. B...
Part 4 - On the Road My wild women were in their element. Taking their newly granted vacation, renting a roomy RV, and hitting the Interstate. After two hard days, we were in western Nebraska on the track of the pioneers. Ahead, in the late afternoon sun, was Scottsbluff, the famous limestone monolith that guided pioneer wagon trains into Wyoming and the hi...
Table of Contents: 1. Snowman 2. Eggnog 3. Gingerbread 4. Holiday Dinner 5. Stockings 6. Stocking Stuffers 7. Tobogganing 8. A Red Bow 9. Glass of Milk 10: Inviting a Guest 11: Christmas Party 12: A Ring Day 1: Snowman Kendra arrived home flustered and exhausted after a long, snowy December day at the office. She loved her job – she worked as a high-power...
Eleanor lay on the bed, gazing out of her sun roof at the beautiful, bright blue sky; the same as her eyes. Her luscious, wavy and sandy blonde hair spread out over the bed. She couldn't have asked for a life that was as perfect as hers. Just in the bathroom was Bekka pampering Valerie's feet. Eleanor looked at Bekka, two months pregnant with her child. Elea...
Connie's Weed, Part 4 — Revenge Blown Out Of Proportion A four part tale, laced heavily with lesbian encounters and strange transformations. ~ A word of warning, before you even start reading: A lot of what happens in this story focuses on the rather weird fetish of Breast Expansion (BE) -- from A to D, and occasionally up to and ultimately beyond the siz...
Without preamble, Auron's left eye popped open and he rolled it around his socket to examine a starless night sky. He was unharmed, but remained lying on his back, gathering details with his other senses and coming up with very little. The ground shifted grittily underneath him. Sand. There was no sound of the ocean though, only faint music, hard and heavy w...
Okay, this is becoming weird, and not a little uncomfortable. After my sexy little late-night encounter with Dirk, I'd gone back to my room. J.T. was still up, while a half-sober Ray had stumbled in only moments ahead of me. Being somewhat shitfaced, Ray wasn't exactly shy in whooping it up over my tiny shorts and skimpy tank top. "Whoa! Where's the party,...
From the Author: This is my first experience working with an editor. I am now a firm believer. Short version: if you think you are pretty literate and know what you're doing, you are a prime candidate for editorial help. BluMoonChild, a fan of my first stories, generously offered her editorial talent after reading my first efforts. I owe her a debt of gratit...
The way it worked in that beautiful, implacably impractical old building, was that the filing room that her shitty company rented was down in the second sub-basement. When her boss handed her another fat sheaf of documents for filing Laney had to cross the whole fifth floor to get to the tiny, battered old service elevator and wait in the claustrophobic litt...
"Nobody at the Bar" by Vic TG as "CopperSkink". All rights reserved, except the right to not be heckled. Derrick's continuing story takes place this time not in usual Rotterdale, North Carolina; but the forest (that I invented) of Macedonia, which turns out is its own country now. All characters twelve or eleven except for the two fuddy-duddies (who are the...