Note from the author; I originally published this on Kindle last year. I'd been given the chance to write a crime novel and used the opportunity to write and edit the One Week Collection as part of my training for that. As I geared up to write a sequel to that novel, I realised that I wasn't done with the One Week world and so dived back in. It's a big part...
We were only a day away from the island now after leaving our small homeport some two days previous. The weather had been perfect; a steady ten to fifteen knot sou' easterly had enabled us to sail on a comfortable reach for most of the way. Our lovely 33-foot yacht 'Interlude' made steady progress averaging around six and a half to seven knots through the sl...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. INTAKE Joey Peckerwood's hands shook as he pressed the doorbell to Aunt Beatrice's house. The place was being renovated. That much was clear from the piles of dirt in her front yard. The backhoe was idle today, this being the Sabbath. Joey's index finger was still shaking as he pressed...
The Beginning of Our Adventure Eight Years Ago – September 2006 The cool, air conditioned lobby at the Bellagio was chaotic but somehow welcoming. Guests were booking in, booking out, checking their bills, trying in vain for room upgrades. Nobody seemed overly bothered; for most it was the start of a few days of typical Vegas fun; gambling, shows, drinking...
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person, past or present, is completely coincidental. * Missy had a reputation. She didn't really care though. She'd never cared much for what other people thought of her. Even though she knew those old busybodies at the ladies quilting circle weren't the only ones who gossiped about her. She'd never cared m...
Just starting to write, my lips feel a little buzzy, like I took some strange drug. My penis twitches, but does not get larger, shrinking if anything. My pulse quickens and I feel a bit euphoric. Just beginning to write the story of the transition in my relationship with my gorgeous wife, makes my body quiver and react. My wife Lexi and I have been married...
Author's Note: This story can be read alone but continues a series. In order these are: The Devil's Threeway, The Devil's Turn: Anal, and The Devil's Turn: BBC. I have renamed the series The Devil's Turn to preserve continuity as best I can. I intend to keep the story going in self-contained, stand-alone segments to cover different topics. Special thanks t...
Tim loosened his tie from around his neck a bit. Earlier in the day, shortly after he'd gotten to work, he had thought about loosening it up and maybe not even wearing one. However, one thing led to another – a meeting popped up then lunch with a client – and the day slipped away. Now, it was coming up on 5 o'clock and Tim was anxious to get home to his wife...
Barney had to be careful not to speed. He was so excited to get to his destination, but needed to curtail his emotion. His rusty, 1970 Vista Cruiser Station Wagon, a car he shared with his mom, sounded like it might stall at any moment, but it kept puttering along, much the same way young Barney Bussett displayed such a persistence in accomplishing his task...
This story is entirely fictional and is in no way connected with the subject. This story contains adult material and is only suitable for people over the age of 18. If you are under 18 please stop reading now. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living, dead, or undead, is purely coincidental. All characters...