"I'm proud of you, son." Chance Petersen had never heard those words from his father before in all the 26 years he'd been alive. It wasn't that there weren't opportunities to say them, his father had just never felt that anything his son had done was good enough to merit his doing so. But now that he was extremely ill, his entire outlook had changed. Wayne...
This is the story of our wedding night. I wrote what I remembered, then sent it to Dick, who now lives in Seattle, so he could add his bit of nostalgia and provide his unique perspective. Heartfelt thanks to him for also proofreading, editing, suggesting changes, and giving moral support. ----------- Two weeks after Gina, my beautiful eighteen-year-old fi...
"Ella, I can't thank you enough for this." "You don't need to thank me. You're my brother, and I'm their aunt." She waited for a moment then said, "And I loved Diane like my own sister." Her brother looked over at her as they drove home from the airport and said, "And she loved you, too. And as I said, you can have her car. No charge. It's just my way of...
You should be warned: if you're looking for a quick hit of either romance or sex, this is rather long, about 75,000 words. It travels at a non-blistering pace partly because of the subject matter -- at least in the beginning chapters -- and simply because I wanted to tell a story that took its time more than a short story typically does. If that's...
Jamie woke up from his impromptu nap and felt Alessandra shift in his arms. He immediately sensed her arousal and grinned at the memory of taking her virginity. The girl was trying to rub herself against him, while simultaneously trying to not wake him up. He opened his eyes and looked at her cute face. Her eyes were shut and her brow bunched up in concentra...
Based on the short story: Lost Days Make for Memories and Souvenirs By SplendidSpunk My name is Marci. I work as a project manager for a small manufacturing firm. I travel as part of my job, though thankfully that requirement is not a large part of my job. Mostly I travel alone, though sometimes I do it in the company of my boss Marty, or one of my cowork...
Succubi absorb the life force of anyone they touch. Fortunately, our succubi were fitted with control collars that rendered them safe for hours of erotic pleasure. The lovely demonesses coaxed me to one orgasm after another, each time they greedily took my shafts deep into their bodies so that they would not miss a drop of my spirit energy. They also teased...
I've leveraged the Hemingway canon for a few of my stories. And A Farewell to Arms is the only one left now. That is the definitive war novel; as iconic as The Red Badge of Courage. I was hesitant to try to cover it because we don't fight wars like that anymore. But my pal Richard Gerald talked me into at least looking at it. And in the end I saw that the...
~I will give them paradise and eternal life, then I will deceive them into disobeying me so that I can torment them in the flames of hell forever~ * ONE I didn't press the recorded message button. I knew it would be Victor. I didn't want to hear from him ever again. I threw on a pair of jeans, t-shirt and athletic shoes. Grabbed a pack of cigarettes and s...
Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells (WMD = Winter Men's Dilemma; My own irreverent spin on the BBC mythology) This story is NOT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY! Once you go Black, you don't go back...unless you are an Amerindian, Arabic, Asian, Black, Indian, Latina, or White girl/guy who...