In a recent story, 'A Message to Cane Toads', the cane toad mentioned that he had written several novels, this is the start of one of them. It was written some 25 years ago and I thought that I had lost it when the floppy disc that I'd stored it on decided that it wouldn't let me access the file. A couple of days ago I was going through some old papers I had...
Slowly, the Searcher settled into the waiting cradle at the Space Fleet Astrodome in the low rent district of Kansas City. Returning from the Harcock system had been a long and arduous journey fraught with sneak attacks, ambushes, excessive maneuvering and, finally, surrender. But now Captain Shika of Space Fleet was home and could turn the Councilor over to...
MOLLY It was time to go fishing. Spending the night with Susan had been awesome, but she had her life and I was going fishing. I drove over to my friends where the camper was stored, hooked up the truck to the tow bar and prepared to leave. Having over slept this morning, I knew I would not make it to the AuSable today. After driving for eight hours, I foun...
This is a short little one that has been wanting to get out for a while. I am not a big fan of cuckold stories in general. If it involves humiliation than I am out totally. I thought it would be interesting to write something from a different perspective. Also I wanted a happy ending because the world has enough nasty in it right now. No sex in this one but...
CHAPTER 10 My Sex Life Just Gets Better Hi, my name is Mike. I'm now living in retirement at the age of 72. Throughout my life I have had the most outstanding sex with some of the finest young girls, women and older ladies that any man could want. This is the continuing chaptered story on how I play the sex game with these many wonderful women throughout m...
The beautiful things of life are oftentimes birthed out of great bitterness. The morning sunlight glistened off the smooth surface of West Grand Lake with the early morning chilled air hanging still and motionless. It was the dead calm of an early October morning when most of the seasonal campers and cottage dwellers had long returned to their distant resid...
ONE As regularly as clockwork, once a year, Bette Medway and husband Sam have a fearful row, the tears flow from Bette as she races away in fury and within a couple of days the rains come, breaking several months of drought. Bette returns home and she and Sam disappear into the bedroom for 24 hours, and so begins another annual cycle. On this occasion, te...
This is not a story just about Atlantic Salmon fishing, it's a factual remembrance of happenings past and the unbridled passions of the girl I love!! (names have been changed). * * * * * My wife, Virginia, and I had been driving continuously for over eighteen hours in a mad dash to get to our favorite Atlantic Salmon river for the season's opening day. Th...
Author's note: This story is a spinoff of the Were Wars series (Behind the Lines of the Were War, Beyond the Were War and Between the Were Wars) and takes place about a year after that story ends. It is not necessary to have read that series first, but why wouldn't you? I think you'll enjoy them. ***** Chapter 1 "And Nyx (Night) bare hateful Moros (Doom)...
"I have to do this, or one of us is going to prison," Erica said as she finished unbuckling Detective Rosewood's pants and unzipped his fly while looking deeply into my eyes. "You realize just giving me head isn't going to be enough," Rosewood told her as he took her chin in his hand and made her look up at him. "This isn't a parking ticket, this is first d...