Monday started a new week at work. I started my morning by checking my e-mails. There was one there from my boss. She wanted to see me sometime this morning. I was still trying to recover from the party but I managed to finish checking my mail and install some updates to our new security program before heading upstairs to see her. I wasn't looking forward to...
Since I always had to get Tyler's permission for every little thing I did, I asked him, one day in April, if I could call one of the factories in Bellewood to ask about summer work. His reply shocked me. He said, "No, you're not gonna be in Bellewood this summer, Davey, you're comin' home to Keenesburg with me." "What? No. No, I... I can't do that, no... u...
This story is a little long, but I hope you will read it in its entirety and enjoy the journey the 4 people take. I hope you enjoy the story all the way through. If you enjoy it, please vote. Any opinions, suggestions, critiques or praises are appreciated so please leave comments at the end. * A few days after the latest challenge, the clan reconvened at...
I had never known until that night what people meant when they talk about having their "heart in their throat". My neighbor's little pickup took the hospital exit off the freeway faster than I knew was possible. Fortunately there was little traffic in general, and no cars at all on the exit ramp. It was not my neighbor's driving that had my throat constricti...
***** I've got a bunch more to put up for this, but every one takes forEVer to post, given the crappy internet connection that I've got. This is where I trot out the main protagonist for much of this: "Captain" Morgan Brock, former Major, U.S.Army. Former ranchhand. Former crop-duster pilot. Former sort of bush pilot. Former airline re-positioning pilo...
I'd walked down this street and seen the sign for the Turkish Bathhouse before and often wondered what it would be like, I knew that no females were allowed in and assumed it to be full of fat sweaty loud old local men. Today my wife was out shopping with a girlfriend from another town and was making a night of it so I had plenty of time to kill and thought...
If you are looking for stories about people with perfect bodies - 38D silicone breasts and 10 inch penises - who can fuck non-stop for 8 hours, then I most certainly am not your author. If, however, you enjoy a story that's based virtually on fact, then remain in your seat and perhaps you'll enjoy a fond recollection of mine. This is the fourth and final edi...
This is more of a stroke story than anything terribly serious. In spite of the first person narrative, it is a work of fiction; it is not biographical. There are always snippets of truth and fact in any work of fiction. I've tried to give my characters thoughts and words which fit the time, the place and their situations. In my last summer of graduate schoo...
Ally led the way up the single flight of exterior stairs to my apartment. Steve followed behind me, making sophomoric comments about my ass as he peered under my short summer frock. I marveled at how the attitude of my husband's coworker had changed toward me since Marc had me flash him in the bar. His demeanor seemed disrespectful and my mood darkened with...
Then night had been long, or at least it seemed so, and Vanessa hadn't slept very well. Plans, or what seemed like plans, for that evening kept her awake enough that she saw the clock at 2 AM, 3:30 AM, 4Am and finally she was up at 6 AM to get ready for work. It was a Friday and would be a busy one, with end of the month work to be done. She knew that she m...