This chapter will make more sense and keep you in the flow of the story if you read Chapter 1 Constructive comments and emails are requested and very much appreciated. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment on my work. ******************* I'm glad my traveling days are over at least for a while, Lewis Randal said to himself. It was 2007 and he w...
When I woke up the next morning my wives were snuggled warmly about me. I just lay there like a sultan of Araby, soaking it up. I drowsily considered the most cost effective way to do my work. If I continued to stay in hotels as I made my rounds, it was soon going to get very expensive. Even if every hotel gave me the same type of excellent discount Mr. Wa...
Angels Need A Good Fuck, Too Ch. 01 It all started with the ringing of my dreadful alarm clock. Bong, bong, bong was the signal for another long boring day of my freshman year in college had begun. I got up stretching my arms wide, yawning and wondering what new and exciting adventures I would be missing today. I had a regular morning routine. It consisted...
Ch. 8. The Realization, Understanding, and Acceptance of "Self": Pam woke up to a glorious morning and in an equally glorious mood. For the first time in months she had awakened completely absent of any feelings of conflict or remorse. Those had been replaced with the exhilarating sense of total emotional freedom. Bob had bought her a record album for her...
The highway that descended down out of the foothills into the Yakima Valley was nearly deserted even though it was mid-afternoon. The late December sky had turned a slate gray to signal an oncoming snow storm. My car moved along easily, occasionally side slipping on a patch of black ice, but nothing dangerous. I'd driven this road many times over the years....
The following story is fiction, written purely for entertainment purposes and not based on any actual event. Please enjoy reading: "Jilnar Jardaly the Little Leb Cock-Riding Slut" ***** One fine day, Jilnar the Little Leb Cock-Riding Slut's mother called her to come downstairs. She had just finished preparing her a basket of X-rated goodies for her to ta...
As we rode toward the buffalo hunting ground, I asked, "What's going to happen at the marriage ceremony?" "Well, usually the night before, you would go into a sweat lodge to try to have a vision. While you are in there, the vapors given off by many herbs and other plants will help you have your vision." I grunted skeptically, "That's just great – they're g...
You know all the usual stuff, don't read if it's illegal or you don't like sex or if bisexual sex offends you. All characters are purely fictional, and any likeness is coincidence. Joshua Glynn reserves all rights to this story, the characters, and the world they live in.This story is about a young man, the brother-sister twins he is in love with, struggling...
An account of the early life when Don got married and lived under Pa and Grandpa's roof. My Baptist Life - Don Brown There was a lot of activity in the Brown homestead in the late 40s early 50s as 3 healthy children were born to Jacob and Janet Brown. I was in the middle so had plenty of female support growing up, sometimes painful but always loving. We...
It is Halloween. I am very tired. I just want to go home and rest. And maybe hand out candy to trick-or-treaters. I walk out of the building. Sam Smith walks up beside me. He is one of the nicer fellows from the engineering group. I enjoyed his company at lunch sometimes. He asks, "Mattie, Do you want to go to a Halloween party tonight at the Eastside Inn?...