Edited by Michael-Leonard * Prolog It was a beautiful warm sunny day in the Valley of the Sun, just perfect for a Sunday drive with the family. Mike Stevens sat behind the wheel of his vintage Mustang convertible. Beside him, his beautiful, eight month pregnant wife Jennifer, leaned back in the bucket seat; eyes closed absorbing the warmth from the late O...
For the real slow-dance gang and in loving memory of David R. It was early August when I finally asked Rachel out. The slow-dance gang was over by then. That probably had something to do with why I threw caution to the wind on that particular evening, though I'm really not sure. We were all still in town except for Mattieu and Lenka, and everyone else...
A big part of my job requires me to travel all over the world. Some of these trips cover many cities over a short time and I have to switch hotels every couple of nights and sometimes I don't even unpack. For a typical two week trip, perhaps there are a couple of nights free and maybe a day off or a nice layover, overall quite hectic. On the other hand, some...
Note: This is a work of Fiction! Although the areas this story takes place in are real; all of the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for you are NOT REAL. As you read this story try to remember: This as a Novel 122. (Tuesday, December 17) Final Wedding Preparations Julia held Sharon...
Hi folks, please be forewarned. This is a very long story. I haven't written one of those in a while and i keep getting e-mails asking for them, so as fall approaches and we all have more inclination to sit down in front of the fire with a nice long read, I decided to indulge. Those of you who want a quick story with a lot of sex scenes should probably skip...
Prologue: 21st April 2013 My name is Jim Baines. Born in Nottingham, England, October, 1978. White. Male. Thirty-four years old. Eleven stone, six pounds as of last Saturday. Five-feet eleven. And honest, with it. Could have said six feet and, well, it's not like you'd have ever known, is it? But I've always had a thing about accuracy. A bit OCD maybe. Lik...
========== Stave 1: Marle's Frustration ========== Marle, pronounced Marr-lay in a particularly horrid French accent if at all possible, was dead. Now, due to the wonders of modern medicine, a reader might think 'There's dead, and then there's DEAD.' Be assured though, doctors making that much money to delay the inevitable do not allow a somewhat dead pati...
Author's Notes: Well this was a doozy. By the end of it, this chapter is 119 pages. This seems excessive, but every time I tried to end the chapter, more material crept up. For the most part, I'm happy with the results. I won't spoil anything, but I will say that I moved the story along in a way that I feel keeps things interesting while still delivering...
Hello, here is my entry into the Nude Day contest. Any feedback and votes will be greatly appreciated. Thank you.* Special Thanks to ThisNameIsntTakenYet for editing this story for me. * Growing up, Cameron had always wanted to spend the summer at camp, but his parents could never afford it. Cameron had worked a full-time job during his junior and senior...
Author's Intro: This story is mostly voyeurism with a heavy dose of lesbianism and other fun things. Stay patient at the beginning for a bit of character and plot development, and I hope you'll be rewarded. Based on reader feedback, I did a major rewrite of the ending and think it works. Thanks for reading! * "I can't believe it." Cassie shrugged. "You'r...