My wedding day, and night, are a bit in the past, but every time I look at my beautiful little boy my mind drifts back in time, and I just can't help smiling to myself as I recall... ...Big Mike (now no longer my future father-in-law) slipped from the Bridal Suite door...I turned my head just in time to see my brother-in-law Dave ease his door closed... I...
Despite the usual collage of the beautiful fucking bodies slow-motioning to sensuous music on the warm huge screens above the dining hall and the open bar compliments of the Friday night Sex Writers' Symposium, I distractedly thumb through my still-stained notes, looking back through the last week's entries, trying to jumpstart my script thoughts. When I re...
Thanks to a_koozie for her editing. I hope the relative frequency of the uploaded chapters make up for the bad endings to each part... >_>; However I appreciate all readers and comments on the story! Thanks for reading and favoriting! ***** (Aiden) He didn't think he'd seen anyone so sick before. Meredith coughed and gagged continuously as he held her s...
The sun had set but the heat hadn't let up. It was so late into August that the streets and walls that baked all day didn't have time to properly cool off at night. The calendar said that tonight was to be a full moon, so the street-lamps had not been lit, however, just after the sun had set a storm rolled in. Norm could feel the sweat in his collar as he sh...
Chapter 4 The notice had gone on the board weeks ago – the company barbeque would be held on the grounds on Friday, the 21st of July in the afternoon. The Firm had a long-standing tradition of a 'summer do.' It had varied in the past from boat trips to a picnic in a park with a jazz band playing, but for the past several years it had been a barbeque, compl...
The Big Spill By Karin © 2001 It was on the Motorway between Manchester and Hull, I was trying to make it to the ferry port before my boat sailed to Rotterdam. The plan was to go to a big bike fest in Dusseldorf Germany, I'd been looking forward to the break for weeks. The last thing I remember before the accident was the traffic. It was fairly heavy rush h...
When you reach your 60's, the one day you tend to dread is your birthday. Not a fun day as when younger. Even though you can't help but be thankful to have made it another year, it's a reminder you're getting ever closer to the eventual visit by the grim reaper. With that said, for my birthday my husband Walter would most likely take me out for dinner with...
Author's note: this is my entry for the 2017 Lit Winter Holiday Contest. Please vote and leave comments if you feel inclined and have the time. This is my first take at writing a Celebrity story. It's a rather silly story that popped into my head one day while watching television, and I felt compelled to write it. It features Flo, one of American TV's most...
"There! Through the grove, she's gone through the grove!" a male yelled making her back tense. Keep coming this way, she thought desperately as she willed her legs to pull her faster through the trees. Sayrai was going to have a hard time not getting caught, that much was obvious, but as she had evacuated the last of her people out of the village that had...
My eyes scan in disbelief over every detail in the BDSM image: from the specific dungeon equipment, to the dominatrix towering over the submissive man. "And now I've answered both your questions," she says, as I remain transfixed by the phone. "Regarding your job question; this is the kind of stuff I deal in: BDSM equipment, clothing and the like. In fact...