Chapter 1 Janet sat in the uncomfortable chair next to her husband Harvey's, hospital bed. "Janet, please, I'll be fine. Go home, go to work, and come by when you can. They are just keeping me here for tests and observation." "I don't know, I feel like I should stay," Janet sighed, looking out his widow at the pouring summer evening rain. It had started st...
I really am a truck driver. But for fun I write some fun stories. Try not to be so mean on the holidays. It's just a bit of fun. Lighten up. I hope everyone has a lovely Christmas. ***** Santa's Sleigh Has Eighteen Wheels, part 1 George Santos stared at the pictures of his naked wife in the arms of another man. The private detective did an excellent job o...
(fictional story about fictional characters) Red Foreman had learned his lesson and was not going to allow a repeat of last years fiasco when his entire family had forgotten his wife Kitty's birthday. Oh no...never again. Not only did he feel incredibly bad about the sleight; because although he was not the demonstrative type when it came to true feelings,...
Chapter One Angela Boddiford had it all – a glorious house, an expensive car, the finest clothes, a fully stocked vintage wine cellar, and a filthy rich husband to pay for it all. Her house was staffed with people to cater to her every whim – a cook, two house cleaners, a pool boy, a gardener and a personal valet who took care of anything that she could pos...
*A story for/about a friend, hope I do your history justice* *This is my retelling of an online friend's experience. The names and places have been changed to protect the guilty, and one or two embellishments have been thrown in. It is sexual in places, not as much in others. Not sure if I mean this to get people off solely, as I do intend with most of my o...
Traffic Jam Tanya and Ryder Erotic Romance We'd been sitting in traffic for twenty minutes, I'd barely gone a mile. The radio announcer had said there was an accident, blocking both right lanes of traffic, all cars had to move to the left lane. But, we were grid-locked. I was just glad I'd gotten gas at my last stop an hour ago. I began thinking of t...
Prologue: April 2003 My wife and I were walking our dogs on the hills above the village where we live. As we crested one brow, we could make out some wrought iron railings on the summit of the next ridge. Vanessa said: “That must be the airman’s grave. Let’s take a look.” So we did. Whoever chose this spot had chosen well. Below us the village slumbered in...
Author's Note: This takes place in the same universe as Let He Who is Without Sin and The Lonely Autopilot. Just removed a few millennium. Also, just to be clear, everyone is eighteen. Enjoy! ***** "Mommmmmmmmmmm!" The tone of voice was older than the solar system and recognizable across most of the long, patchwork history of humanity. Prehistorical ne...
Susan Richards slid open the door to her walk-in closet and went inside. She peered left and right. Beautiful garments in silk, satin, and lace filled it. They came from the world over, pieces from the Orient, from London, from Paris, from New York. What to wear? She decided on her lavender outfit, a silky, racy number with a demi-bra, a laced-neck corset, s...
Writer's Notes: This is the third and probably last adventure of Brittany and Jon. By the title you can see that she gets tempted three times in this story, including one that is very rough on her. But its not all Tommy even though most of it is. The story is in three parts and it wouldn't be B&J without flashbacks. So Enjoy: The young woman twirled in ti...