The number seventeen made him sad. Not boo-hoo sad; the kind of wistful sadness felt somewhere in the rib cage, a few inches above the duodenum, that makes one stare hard at the horizon and wonder what used to be what was never seen. Brian was a rather bland-looking male of non-specific heritage on the cusp of entering middle age. Yes, Brian was no longer a...
Marika had got to know Dennis well a couple of years after she had been widowed. With her advancing years, and without Ned, she found the house they had occupied for forty years too big and too maintenance demanding for her. She had sold the place and bought a small unit, 25/2 Stewart Avenue. Living next door to the unit in a house nearly as old as the one...
19 Sending a Message "Good afternoon, this is Bethany Carmichael for the Samantha Tannon Show, reporting from Harmon County here in the great state of Texas. The people of Harmon decided that talking about taking a stand against drugs was not enough when they discovered that their former sheriff, Rosa Ortiz, was selling drugs to their children. They decide...
Arriving in Dublin, I decided I would take a walking holiday, and explore the land of my birth. The first bus was heading to Kildare, so that is where I went. Three days into my extended holiday, I was sitting outside a pub overlooking the Atlantic. I noticed a mobile phone lying under a vacant table. I lifted it and found a cyber café where I did a search f...
Chapter 3 John Franck, Still Taping "Here we go again, Doc. Tape #2. Hope your dildo don't break." "I met an eighteen-year-old high school senior named Grace when I had just turned nineteen. We sort of hung out together for two weeks without ever kissing or even touching anything that might be construed as private. What brought us together, believe it...
Nanny's house was a small, two bedrooms, wooden framed one near a cotton mill. She and my great-grandfather had worked at the mill. Back in those days, the companies felt it was best to have workers that lived near the mills. They built what was called mill villages, dozens and hundreds of basic houses near their plants. Then they sold them to the workers, t...
The Phyllis Files: The Case of the Neighborhood Break-Ins. The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Blac...
I worked with Wilma. She was a store manager for one of our retail stores and I was the inventory control accountant. It was my job to take a physical inventory once a month. We had three retail stores spread throughout the city. We sold collectible items of very high quality and value, numismatic and philatelic items of interest, coins and stamps, some of...
I was devastated by the sudden presence of the young black stud at our front door. After I finished relieving myself, I walked out of the bathroom with the front of pants partially wet. I looked over to my wife, Julie, who was still passed out cold on the bed. Numerous black ink spade stamps were strategically placed all over her body and face, and they we...
Author's Note: Hey guys, I'm doing my best to keep all the threads going, so there's plenty of smutty fun to go around! Click on the Story Map to see the chapters you haven't explored yet. This is a public story, so any chapter additions are not only welcome but encouraged. Thanks for reading! Your name is Jon Lang and you can't wait to get to work. You've...