As I looked down at my best friend, big Bob, it was hard to believe the condition he was in. Just three days prior, this huge man was tossing logging chains around as though they were toys. A truck driver by trade, Bob was only thirty-five and could out work, out drink, and out fight men fifteen years younger than him. Just three days and now he is lying her...
The sign read "Harpersville – 1 mile" and just beyond it another sign listed the restaurants and other services available at the exit. I needed gas and there was a Conoco station at the exit and I had a Conoco card so I pulled into the right lane and slowed for the exit. As I filled the tank I looked around and saw that there was a restaurant across the str...
Author's note: This story contains several anti-gay slurs. This is not meant to insult anyone, but they are necessary for the telling of this tale. I hope that the reader can see past any offense he might take, and understand why they are integral to the story. ***** There he sat, all alone. In a cafeteria full of other college students, he remained all al...
This is a work of fiction involving an unmarried minister and a single woman, both in their 30s. If the notion of a minister (or a physical therapist, for that matter) falling in love and having sex within a committed relationship offends you, please move on; this site has some wonderful romantic stories you will enjoy more. If you do like this story, I'd lo...
Author's ed. notes: Thank you to my readers. I am humbled by the responses I have already received. I hope you will enjoy this latest installment. To new readers: All my stories are long with most of the hot sex in later chapters, but I think worth the wait. Please enjoy. This story currently has one sequel, soon to be published, "That's Snow Biz!" ****...
Authors Note: Firstly I want to apologize for not having this out sooner, I've had a lot of personal issues to deal with over the past couple of months. But fear not for those of you who are interested this series is not done yet. I wish I could promise more regular updates but as the last few months have shown me I can't rely on any of the free time I thi...
Prologue Buenos Aries, Argentina, September 7,1935, 12:00 Midnight She pressed his head close, into the valley formed by her breasts. Her nipples rose to stiff peaks, as his warm breath swirled around them. She felt his firm, male hardness slipping between the moistening folds of her sex. With one hand, she positioned him, while the fingers of her other h...
"HOT COCOA! MORE HOT COCOA! I DEMAND HOT COCOA!" Milo Greyson had very little need for sleep but the effects of caffeine offered a different effect on him. It made his drive to work hyperactive. Like humans and their excessive abuse of caffeinated drinks to stay wired and alert Milo enjoyed hot cocoa as a stimulant to achieve goals. Let's not get started on...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
That damn email had sat in his inbox all day. The email was already in his inbox when Bill logged-on to start his day. It was the first message to post that day, marked as arriving at 6:23am. The message was from someone named Braddock at company called ViCE dot com. Who ever this Braddock guy was, he must have been some kind of early bird. This was the t...