"So when did the girls say they were coming?" Raquel Martin asked taking a sip of her beer. "They said they would be here at six." Raven Smith answered also drinking from her beer. "And you told them where to meet us?" Amanda Dale asked. "Positive." Raven assured them both. "So what in the hell is taking them so long?" Raquel asked impatiently. "Dud...
Author's note: This is the third and final story in the "All for you" series. Reading "All for you" and "For her too" first to learn more about Melissa, her boyfriend and her best friend Susan. December 2017: By popular request, this is an expanded and revised version of the original story. It adds more detail and insight into the characters, and changes t...
Here's Chapter 2 (finally!). If I had been this bad at estimating schedules when I was a freelance tech writer, I'd be living under a highway bridge in Plaquemines Parish, Louisiana. But once again, my characters gave me the one-finger salute and did what they damn well pleased. So mea culpa, y'all, mea maxima culpa. I promise to try to do better. Ivan powe...
Mara stood on a cloud, high above the city. The Atlantic crashed against the shore and the winds carried a salty tang to her nose. She stood up straight as she noticed a bunch of clouds moving against the wind and coming her way. The clouds came near and she could make out the figures that rode them. Her spirit guide was on the first cloud and a dour faced e...
Copyright© 2018 by Richard Gerald With great thanks to Randi Black and due modesty to be included with the other great stories here is the final part. The political message at the end is just me don't blame anyone else. "Puerto Rico! This time of year, out of the question," I told Orian. It was September what we refer to as the rainy season, generally ba...
The still night air, soaked in the warm breath of a summer's twilight, caressed the shining jewel of Shorehaven as the city sparkled with its every present life, whether from the hum of the people, the twinkling of the neon lights or gently street lamps, or the sparkle of the clear, blue waters to the west. Tonight was no different, though most within the C...
All right, this is where I pause so the people who complained that there was no sex in the last one can get vocal. Wait for it, wait for it....now. Feel better? I'll say it again, the most powerful sex organ is the brain. I put it in loving wives because it's the classic story, man loves, man loses, man moves on. Statistic show at least sixty percent of you...
Summary: Cheerleader, principal and daughter learn about true obedience. WARNING: This is a story that includes sex in church, misused biblical quotes and a Minister who misuses his clerical authority to sleep with high school students, married women and his own daughter... if such things offend you please don't read. (Also, scripture is constantly misus...
This story has no sex in it so if that's what you're looking for then skip this one. As you can tell by the title this is a story about someone of Polish descent. Let me say that I have a lot of respect for the Polish people. They have been persecuted both physically and in jokes for many years. Those that I know are loyal, trustworthy, hard working, and a...
“FUCK YOU BITCH!” the angry young man screamed. “If you had done exactly that Jamie we wouldn’t be where we are now.” Megan retorted in a loud, harsh voice, and passed through the door closing it behind her forever. Jamie was angry, but deep in his mind he knew Megan was right. He had given too little of himself to her, and she had sought solace somewhere...