I sat here in the hospital room holding my wife's hand. She was a mess. She had skidded off a two lane county highway two evenings previously, sideways into a hundred year old oak tree. The car had hit the tree solidly with the driver's door and her whole left side took the blow when the car stopped and she didn't. Her left shoulder was broken and some ribs...
This is my first time writing a period piece. I realize the narration has misspellings which are intentional. The story is set in the late eighteen hundreds somewhere out west. I hope you enjoy it. I believe it was late April that year I saw the dust from the riders as I looked up from stacking firewood. An oak had split the week before from a lightning str...
This story and the chapters to follow are fiction. It's a story of a man who became a bull in the cuckold scene of the early eighties in New York. This is his road to that place in his life. ***** New York 1981 I had been working as a hired male escort for wealthy New Yorkers for close to three months when I met Melanie Price. She was forty-four when...
Martin Stein sat in his car, impatiently waiting for some movement. Eventually he heard the metallic sound signifying the release of the hydraulic rams holding the ferry doors closed then accompanied by creaks and whines he saw a crack appear in the bow bulkhead before him. He watched the bow open and the ramp lower and extend into place, he then had to wait...
Author's note: All my stories are long with a lot of set up, but I think well worth the time. Thanks for taking your valuable time to sample my wares. PROLOGUE With our son now in college and both of us moving into consulting jobs, we are able to vacation more frequently and in the off-season, which is great because we really do dislike the crowds and all...
Hey Folks. Here's another story of woe and regret. Again I'm blessed to have Barney-R editing it. This one is shorter since some of you like that. Let's see how it goes. * * * * * It's said that every criminal deserves his day in court. I was facing the first of two. This first one would be the hardest. Although I wasn't the star of this one, I was very i...
Life was wonderful. I was successful, we lived in a fantastic house, my wife was still exceptionally beautiful and we had two healthy, intelligent, almost fully-grown children. Then the word caved in. At the age of forty, Beverly suffered a very early menopause and it happened with devastating speed. The good side was that she did not suffer any of the usual...
As a married man, is it right or wrong to want to engineer situations in which your wife of 20 years can flirt and tempt other men? Or in matters of lust and sex are there no rights or wrongs? I ask because as a loving husband I have spent several years doing just that. Encouraging and dropping hints with my lovely wife Toni that I wouldn't mind if she flirt...
Melissa asked, "Would you shave me?" "Certainly. Shave you, give you a full-body massage, scrub you in the shower, wash your hair, paint your toenails or rub your lipstick off with my lips. I'm your volunteer." "You volunteered to shave Emma." "And, I meant it. If it's Ok with you I'd be happy to shave Emma, Jo and Barb. It's an act of intimacy, of friend...
Chapter 7 – Slim and Porky When I woke up Wednesday morning the shock that had kept me in a cloud the day before was gone and reality had set in. I found myself dealing with the real possibility that I could lose Holly. I still couldn't get my head around the idea that someone would want to kill her. Was this a random act or did someone we know do this? It...