Chapter 1 "Honey, do you mind if we play a new game tonight?" Stacey, my girlfriend of just six months, asked me rather abruptly as I trimmed my salt and pepper beard a bit to look more presentable for the New Year's Eve party that she had convinced me to throw on her behalf that year. "What, during the party? Are you wanting to add some cosplay or someth...
Jeff was my best friend at school, through teenage years and into early twenties. We were in our element when picking up girls, working as a practiced partnership and enjoying more than moderate success. On the dance floor we were perfect combination for splitting up girls dancing together and in outside situations we were a polished double act with the chat...
Many thanks to snowbear for editing this story. * It was a cruel awakening. I found myself naked in a shabby bed beside a worn out woman, probably twice my age. She too was naked but still sleeping and snoring. My head rang like a blacksmith shop and I was thirsty. The worst thing was that I hadn't the slightest idea who the woman was nor even where I was...
Thanks to 'LadyCibelle' and 'Techsan' for editing my story. Regardless of content, they take the time to do a great job of editing. To the readers: Before you tear me and my story apart, I need to tell you that every now and then we writers, if I may call myself a writer, think about dark things in life like everyone else. We want to write about them but so...
Here is the next chapter of the Stacy series. Enjoy. Read it, rate it, and tell me about it. Thanks. Friday finally came and went, which meant Stacy had the breast surgery. Dr. Weinstein made two small incisions in each of her armpits to insert the implants, which would be filled up to the appropriate size. The implants were placed under the muscle tissu...
Charity Begins Charles was a lowly cordwainer (a cobbler in modern terms). A religious man whose wife died during the plague outbreak in 1665. He lived in an isolated community in Essex, with his only daughter Charity. Age and failing eyesight meant that he could no longer make much of a living. He worried about his daughter who, having reached the age of...
Megan stepped out of the shower and dried herself off and as she walked into the bedroom she stopped by the full length mirror she turned to admire the same figure she had when she graduated college six years ago. She just turned twenty-eight and still had the same figure when her husband Rick had started dating the first year in college. Megan kept looking...
Christy could not believe what had just happened. Her day started out like normal until she met with a new client for lunch. It turned out to be Tony, her neighbor. She confessed to him her secret and arranged for a meeting the net night. Then she met with Sheri, Tony's husband and found out that she did had an idea of what was going on but didn't know the w...
A word of warning: This story isn't meant to stand on its own, using characters that have quite a bit of history in my continuous private universe. In the late spring of the year 2088, somewhere between Rotterdale, NC and Springfield, OH, "Fuck that shit." Tristan has been known for better trains of thought in his life. This one time he stopped doubting...
Under the soft glow of lavender lights, a lithe young woman reclined onto an elegantly upholstered couch. The side slit of her blue lamé gown spilled over the edge revealing the lower part of her porcelain-toned leg and silver high-heeled shoe. A handsome man in formal attire stepped behind the couch and cast his gaze about the room. All eyes were on him as...