Dedication This story might never have happened if it weren't for the help and encouragement of Miss Worthing's biggest fan. At each stage of the process I was never let off the hook, I was cajoled, encouraged, bullied, pushed and pulled until this story became the best it could be. Many of the plot twists were suggestions and, in a very real sense, this st...
The black stretch limousine bearing the plates of a U.S. senator eased around the traffic circle at the center of Temperance Hill. Sen. Helene Falkland picked up the limo's intercom to buzz her chauffeur. "Use the bank president's parking space," Helene said. "He's expecting me." The chauffeur nodded, glancing in the rear view mirror. She was beautiful. T...
Author's note: For once I had a hard time picking a title for a story. I started with "Revenge Is a Dish Best Served by 2", then moved to "The Bond Forged by Revenge", and was finally happiest with simply "Roxy Who?", the cathartic mantra for this story's couple. I hope that even though all three fit, you'll agree that it was the better choice. Enjoy! ~~~...
Disclaimers and thoughts. First an apology for my last story. I fully intended to state that it was going to be in two parts, primarily due to the length and forgot to put that in the title or description. Sorry. This story is a long one, unlike others I have written there is an end and there is no invitation for someone to add to it. It is a story of a m...
All teenage characters in this story are of legal age. *** Carry Anne had this sort of serene smirk on her face like she'd got one over on me again. "Go to hell." I shoved my hands in my pockets leaving her on the sidewalk alone. I was driven, eventually running back to my apartment to find some boxes left on the stoop. I stopped in my tracks regretting n...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned. This is a dark story. And, I posted it in 'Loving Wives' because there is not a 'Dumb Ass Husbands' category. Again, this is a dark tale. You have...
"Breakfast is ready. Come on you'll be late for college!" The voice echoing up the stairs of our modest 3 bedroom house was my mother's, or Anna as her friends call her. My friends called her a MILF but meh, I don't get it man that's my mother. They'd all tried in the various if not slightly immature ways through the years, and maybe if she was someone else...
This is my most difficult story to date; difficult to write, difficult to read. The sex is intense; the violence, more so. Most men will not have the patience to sit through it; it takes too long to get to "the good parts". Most women will not have the stomach for it; in places, it hits too close to home. I don't know whom that might leave as an audience, bu...
Timidly, Heather peaked around the door. "Ah yes, Miss Becker. I'm glad you got my message." The man waved her in. "Are you sure professor? If you're busy, I could come back later." She nervously shuffled back and forth. "No, no come on in." He motioned to a seat in front of his desk. "I wanted to talk to you about your paper." Heather came in and sat do...
Dave Brennan told anyone who would listen that he was the luckiest man alive to have married his wife, Kim. There was more then a little truth in his statement, but not for the reasons that you might imagine. Dave is a big teddy bear of a man who devotes himself to his wife. He never gets riled, and has been a wonderful provider all these years from the inco...