NOTE: This story has almost no sex it in. It's a bit of a lead up to Part 6. Sorry to disappoint those of you who just want sex. Second, thanks to those of you who have been kind enough to send me constructive criticism. I will try to incorporate that into future stories, but I just don't have the time to work much more on this story. ***** Day 4 - Decemb...
Preface This story stems from a dream that the author had night after night. It is pure fantasy. The author decided to turn the dream into a short story to "put the dream to bed" - pun intended. Awakening I hear the faint sounds of the surf as I gradually wake up. Bright light streaming into my room makes me keep my eyes shut as I try in vain to fall b...
Chapter 10: The Wife Misbehaves Angie had rested, taken her medicine and she was feeling better. She was tired of being cooped up in the cabin so she went for a walk nude. It was funny how well the whole family had adapted, accepting the "naked in public" aspect of their new life. The only problem so far had been that Dave enjoyed the naked women that surro...
My name is Calista Von Flores. I'm a five-foot-ten, lean, blonde-haired, green-eyed Irish-Hispanic broad living in America. I'm a kinky girl with an even kinkier boyfriend. Stanley Brown was something else. A six-foot-tall, good-looking black college stud. We met at Dorchester Community College in Boston, Massachusetts. Dorchester Community College, also kno...
The name is Craig Johnstown. I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking young black man living in the small rural town of Hawking, Oregon. The story that I am about to tell you concerns a certain dark period in my life. I call it the Dark Side. It doesn't matter if you're a good person with strong morals and principles, you can only be pushed so far before you start...
My name is Joseph McDonald. I'm a tall, good-looking, forty-something black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. What is my occupation? Let's see. I'm the General Chancellor of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts University, also affectionately known as CMU by students and faculty alike. What makes CMU so damn special? It's only the biggest private...
The sounds of the ocean fill your ears, a familiar sound...your name is John. And you were lying on something..sand, a beach? And the sounds of birds squawking and chirping in the distance... This wasn't your ship. It had been weeks since you had heard the sounds of birds. Probably months by this point, cramped on the ship and working tirelessly to maintain...
Getting old is a total bitch. You start to feel it in your joints when you get up in the morning; start to notice that you can't stay out as late as you used to. Can't dink like you used to without royally fucking up the next day well into the afternoon. Those cheeseburgers tend to stick around your midsection a little longer than they used to and your hair...
Thanks to those that have personally corresponded with me since my last published offering. It reminds me that we are all people with earnest - though obviously differing - opinions and not just faceless automated entities. The names in this story have been made up, mostly from lists of the 100 most popular names, and are all intended to be entirely fiction...
This story is the twenty-fourth in a series. This story can, I hope, be read enjoyably by itself. However, the prior installments provide context and character background. All persons, groups, events, and products mentioned in this story are entirely fictitious. Some places are real, but are used here fictitiously. Any similarity to any real person or group...