BACK TO THE BRICKS The next morning I'd just finished updating my list of which deputies were going where when the Sheriff stepped into my office and closed the door. This was so unusual that I immediately dropped what I was doing and stood up. "What's up?" He took a chair and said, "I've got interesting news about the brickmakers. The state CID director c...
I'll never forget the first time I laid eyes upon Larry Button. It was a blistering hot summer's day and we were surrounded by lush green grass and magnificent gardens over flowing with vibrant colours. By lifting ones eyes, you could see blue waters with distant islands in the hazy horizon. But by this time I had become bored with the view, and the newcomer...
This story is the twenty-fifth episode in a series entitled "Awakenings". If you have not read the previous twenty-four episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. I remind you again that I write cuckold stories. While I try to make them loving cuckold stories, they do depict an alternative life style. If you're offended or...
This is the fifth episode in a series entitled "Jackie and Artie". If you have not read the previous four episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. "Jackie and Artie" is a romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alt...
Once again, thank you for the comments and feedback. You guys have really motivated me to jot my thoughts down. A special thank you goes out to Rockcrawler & Company, and to Ally (my own personal Jessica) for the help and wonderful words of encouragement. Without you Ally, Chapter 13 would not have happened. There is some plot here so, if you haven't read th...
I have a little problem. Well, to be honest, it's more than just a little problem. Some might consider it to be a huge problem. I am addicted to prostitutes. I have been pretty much all of my adult life, since I first walked out of the front gate at Lackland Air Force Base in Texas and saw a pretty young girl sitting on the hood of a car in front of a ma...
Chapter 1 My name is, or maybe we better make that was, Andy Moore. Until recently my personal identification was in the name of Jamie Jo Moore and everyone I knew called me Sissy. My parents died in an automobile accident when I was twenty-four years old leaving me an estate of around $3,000,000.00 and an eighteen percent interest in an insurance company...
As the Lincoln Town Car pulled up to the general aviation terminal at San Diego International Airport, Ria tried to contain her excitement and her nervousness. She was excited because this was all a new and quite glamorous experience for her. Up until the CIA paying for a commercial airline ticket for her from Cabo San Lucas to San Diego six weeks ago, she h...
"Can I take a picture with you, Carlos?" asked the tiny blonde woman in a jean skirt and pink tank-top. "Sure, of course," Carlos said, pushing his chair away from the small patio table where he and Ria were eating breakfast. He stood up from the table and put his arm around the woman. The woman looked over at Ria and held up her mobile phone. "Do you min...
Dear readers: I hope you enjoy this mostly recent piece in the 'Michelle' series. Enjoy it, vote for it if you want (I find the vast majority of readers don't give stories a rating), and if you truly like it, make it a 'favorite' -- that's the measure that I go on in writing. Comments are (almost) always appreciated. Flabuf Forward Statistics show th...