For as long as I can remember, I've been fascinated by cars. Not just any car mind you, but the sixties muscle cars. Being a boy in that era, it was easy to recognize each and every make and model. Hot Rod magazine was my bible, and drag racing was my ambition. My dreams were filled by thoughts of when I would be old enough to buy the car of my dreams. My...
This is the second portion of a four part story. All prior comments still apply. Please comment and vote on each part or not; it's your decision. A Tale of Two Sisters: Part Two by carvohi How do I get at Marty? What to do? What to do? OK I thought it through. We used to play cards. We used to have card parties. We could have a card party, but we’d o...
All characters are at least 18 years old unless otherwise stated. Big thanks to you, the readers, for your patience in waiting for this next chapter. The flu sidelined me for nearly three weeks and a fevered few days of writing spun the story in a direction I hated so i scrapped it and went another way. Hope you enjoy this follow up and as always, thank you...
Our story began the summer before our Sophomore year in High School. We grew up together. We lived in a small town in West Virginia known as Montgomery Town, named after the family that lived there years ago. Part of the family still exists today. * I was in my room writing when my cellphone rang. I picked up the receiver. "Hello?" "Are you coming up?...
While not necessary to understand the story, it wouldn't hurt to read the first part of this story, Let it Snow. Part II takes place approximately two years later... -- My truck started easily in the morning. I looked in the rearview mirror, noticing the bags under my eyes. Yet again, a full night's sleep had been denied. Too many dreams wandered through m...
I sat on the front porch steps of my parent's home for quite a while after Ellen had left, feeling the warm air of another hot day build around me. The painful loneliness, I was so convinced I would feel with Ellen's departure, never came. In its place, I took pleasure in remembering, and fantasizing, about what had happened between her and myself. The weddi...
Standing in the wings waiting. It seemed like we'd been doing this fucking play for ever. Rehearsing since the beginning of January and now, mid-April, at last, the fifth and final performance. Halle-fucking-luiah! It was my own fault. I'd allowed myself to be flattered into auditioning by Mrs Slater, who'd said she had "the perfect part" for me. Naïvely, I...
Edited by michael-leonard Writer has Muse, Writer loses Muse, Muse takes Writer. Prologue: Jim was lying in bed crying softly to himself. "Why did you have to die? Why did you have to leave me? How am I supposed to do this without you?" She had been his rock, his partner, his best friend, and his lover. They had met during the summer before his senior y...
I'm sorry that there has been a long wait for this chapter. I lost my mother recently after a short illness. It's taken me a while to feel like writing again, and I'm not really up to speed yet. I've submitted this in the romance section because that what I believe it is. A romance which toys in part with erotic couples and group sex. But ultimately it is t...
For years, I've been fascinated by the amateur girls who sign up to be filmed while visiting a gloryhole. So many of them appear to be average women with a certain, special affinity for sucking cock. What's it like to be one of those women? What could motivate a woman to risk the exposure of sucking cock on video for money? And how does she deal with it afte...