MARCH 2010 Comanche smoke signals of dust rise from an uneven dirt road, a half mile away. Beth's bouncing pickup emerges from the cloud, an arrow aimed at Jim Ed's southwest pasture barn. Beth and Jen stagger from the barn, loaded with gear. Jim Ed Andrews, III leans against his white crew cab pickup. He grins at the pony-tailed brunettes, who are irritat...
So here I stand; my hands held behind me about a foot apart and a bit higher than my waist. I've been like this about four hours now. The position forces my elbows up and out behind me and causes me to bend forward; not fully horizontal, about half way there. Bent over enough that I have to decide whether to look at the ground or look at the wall on the othe...
I debated on the title but finally decided to just leave it as it first came to me. This is fiction. The towns named are real but that is all that is real. The events and people are all figments of my imagination. There is very little sex and no one under the age of eighteen is involved. Sorry if you are looking for a stroke story. I am not talented enough t...
"Sorry, Crystal," Ron said, giving her a wan smile as she stood by the kitchen door into the front foyer, Kindle and small backpack under her arm, "Could you wait for me to get Troy's supper out before I take you home? Sorry I was late. Bad day at the office." Troy grimaced when he saw Ron dump the broccoli heads in the steamer but perked up a bit when Ron...
The Vixen Chronicles: The Pickup She had been having a busy week, sexually and otherwise. Vixen, she of the amber eyes and flaming red hair, was enjoying her role as a Hot Wife and slut, enjoying it more than she had ever imagined she could. Tonight she had an assignment somewhat different than the other sexual adventures her man usually choreographed for h...
My Wife’s Night Class, 1 Nancy Meets Her Classmates My wife Nancy recently turned 25 but looks quite a bit younger thanks to her angelic face and petite figure. She has short blonde hair, stands a little over 5’ 4”, and weighs around 112 pounds. I love seeing her naked and she likes getting that way. Her breasts are small but perfect, with light pink areol...
She was running her finger around the rim of her apple martini glass, lost in thought. I was two stools to left of her, in a dusky bar, in the middle of the afternoon, somewhere in boondocks near Jacksonville. I was just recently divorced and in shambles. The details are too painful to iterate. A school chum of mine, Ramesh, had invited me to stay with him...
Disclaimer: While I do not promote the practice of unprotected sex, sometimes I write about it – strictly for the purpose of scientific observation (t-i-c). ------------------------------------------------- Ahh! New Year’s Eve - “amateur night”, I know. My husband, Donny, got an unexpected job as a substitute bartender at a crusty tavern in a city about an...
A C&W Song in the Key of Life CAUTION: In answer to a steadily diminishing number of requests, this story is simply a concatenation of the five separate parts. The content is unchanged (mistakes and all). - Pore ol' tragic king Lear really whined about his bitchy daughter Goneril: How sharper than a serpent's tooth it isTo have a thankless child. We...
[There is a terrific story by cpete called "Blood From a Turnip" that got me thinking in a certain direction. This story is the result.] About 5:30 on Sunday evening, Beverly walked in the front door, dropped her purse and keys on the wingback chair, and headed down the hall to the master bedroom. I don't know for sure if she saw me sitting in the den, bu...