"Oh my God, a honeymoon! How romantic! We went on cruise for our honeymoon too!" the bleach blonde, taut-skinned woman of about 42 sitting across from us gushed. She had that sort of drawn look that pretty woman who resist aging get. Hannah always called it "Courtney Cox Syndrome." But I wasn't focusing on her. Even looking across the table would make my hea...
My name is Rebecca Young and this is the story of my life so far. I was born 31 years ago in a small town in Nebraska. My parents owned a small dry goods store that did pretty well until a Walmart was built in a nearby town. When the business began to fail, my Dad ended up working in the Walmart for minimum wage and my Mom did clothing alterations from home....
***** Author's Notes: In these stories I'm attempting something somewhat new, darker, grittier, and going a little bit further down the proverbial rabbit hole than I've gone before. I'm putting all of the tag/trigger warnings (that I can think of) here in the beginning so that you can see some of the elements that are contained in this story so that if this...
This story was edited by the incredible mikothebaby. Those of you who don't like long stories should probably give this one a pass. * * * * * * They say all kinds of things in this world. For almost every situation there's an old saying that fits it. Sometimes though, you get into a battle between two of those old sayings and you have to try to f...
Diana awoke with a start in the deepest part of the night. She stirred as her eyes focused from their sleepy blur and slowly pulled her naked form out her bed. Kept trim and fit by daily workouts, Diana was a gorgeous young woman. In her early twenties, she had waist length, black hair, hanging from her head in loose curls. Her skin was brown from a Latin he...
The big 18 wheeler barely slowed down as I headed into the lot. I pulled the truck into a spot right in front of the mechanic's garage, so Ted the elderly mechanic could go over it before it went back out onto the road. I was one of the few drivers for Master's over the road trucking service who wasn't an owner operator. If I played my cards right, I would b...
CHAPTER 1 Dylan Magee stood at the doorway looking into her mom's bedroom at the guy with his pants around his ankles who was holding her mom up high as he slowly and rhythmically shafted her. He's good, thought the 23-year old. And strong too. The guy who had his back to her had a real mop of dark wavy hair that suggested he would be closer to her age th...
Pam woke up, her dreams dissipating into wakefulness. The first thing that she became aware of was a slight ache across her body. As she opened her eyes, seeing the expanse of flesh underneath her, the events from the previous night came back to her. Tanya had fucked her again and again, giving her little time to rest in between bouts. The bedroom had bec...
This story is one of a continuing series of connected stories known as "Tales from the Shack." This is in LW because the Shack series started here, and it is much easier for those that follow the stories to find them if I keep them all together. In this case, the story stands well enough on its own, but it is very much a part of the series. I typically don't...
Thanks to Mikothebaby for editing this story with her usual panache even though she wemt through hell this week. Thanks also to those of you who read last week's story. * * * * * * Every year at about this time, the entire country goes just a little bit basketball crazy. Okay maybe I'm understating it a tad, but it's pretty harmless isn't it? For just a l...