Rise Up This Morning Mary held her mother's hand as they strolled down the path through the woods. "When I first came to Maine, I couldn't get over how green it was," she said, "I felt like I was swimming in green." "I remember you telling me that," Jean nodded. A trio of woodcocks bobbed out of their way and disappeared into the brush as they rounded th...
Warning: This sexy, swappy chapter includes jiggling tits, jumbled relationships, swaps for the whole family, role reversals, micro bikinis, hairy chests, head swaps, role reversals, boob jobs, girls taking advantage of guys, feminine penises, body swaps, age swaps, dick swaps, boob swaps, anal sex, and a shiny happy couple with something sinister lurking ju...
The past two days felt what it must feel like to be in heaven. Jenny relaxed in the overstuffed chair that faced north. Looking beyond the large plate-glass windows of the mansion lobby she watched snow gently falling from the gray blanket of clouds hovering above. In the distance beyond the open ground of The Farm she could see the forest of trees along the...
"Anyone planning to go to the Bicentennial Dance at the community center tomorrow night?" Josh Riker asked as he reached for the next to last piece of pizza. "I might," Stephen Scott answered, "if Laurie wants to go." Much to the annoyance of his friends, Stephen was practically incapable of answering any question without pointing out that he was the only...
"Hey buddy, how'd you like to have a chance to win a million dollars, and have fun doing it?" Jack attempted to give the guy a wide birth. He wasn't that he looked creepy or anything, but he was sure it was some kind of a scam. "Ah no thanks," he said nearly stepping down into the gutter. "You enjoy masturbating?" "Ok, now it's gotten creepy," Jack though...
It took me a while, but I've finally discovered what's wrong with women. Men; no doubt about it, men are the problem. As I sit here in this bus stop shelter, smelling the leftover piss, from the derelicts that sleep here when no one is around, I can see all of my mistakes, and they're crystal clear in the rear view mirror of my mind. I've got about an hou...
All persons in this story are at least 18 years of age. * Hannah was two years older and way out of my league, if it hadn't been for the set of circumstances involving this story. My mom and her mom had been best friends in college, until they lost touch. About a year ago they had run into each other and found that they had a lot in common; both mother of...
Rebecca may not be old in years, but she has formed some definite ideas about life. Men, she is convinced, are all simpletons. Some may be kind, some less so: some may even be clever simpletons: but they all keep their brains between their legs. As such they are all cash cows – to be milked, both metaphorically and literally. Women are slightly more complic...
AUTHOR'S NOTE If you've read any of my other stuff you've probably come to realize some of my quirks. I'm a big fan of a little Bromance. The way I figure it man on man should have the same delicious acceptance of girl on girl. This story contains, some man on man. Not a great deal in this first section, it's more implied than anything else. My stuff is mor...
Eclipse My story is unashamedly a New Zealand story. Some of the terms used may be foreign to some readers. For example pounamu is green jade also known as greenstone. Pakeha is a non-Maori New Zealander. New Zealanders often call apartments "flats", Cabins "Baches" and hiking "tramping". I include these words to make the story authentic and hope that they...