Comment from the author. Of all the brain dead people that make negative inane comments, most of those comments don't seem to fit the story, one of my stories, they mentioned something about a western. What? Sorry anonymous, seems you can't read and I doubt that you can write. They won't give a name, so I suppose that they don't want anyone to comment on th...
A huge thank you to my editor Tex Beethoven for another amazing job and collaboration, thank you Tex you rock!! Book 1 Chapter 9 While everyone headed back to the compound there was excitement in the air about the party. About 50 yards into the mile-long Green that began directly across the road from the Manor House, had been assembled a medium sized...
Dave and Susan begin a beautiful friendship over breakfast. "Nice to meet you Susan Jill Parker. I'm Dave. Dave Ryan," he said offering her his big hand. Seeing her up close, as if seeing her for the first time, he saw her bloodied nose, her split lip, and the discolored, puffy mouse under her eye. His hero, she took as much of a beating as she gave. Those...
Part 13 I regained consciousness slowly, as if I were swimming upward through thick molasses, searching for the light. Anna was still crouched above me, her head pillowed on my chest. Our bodies were sticky with sweat and come wherever our skins made contact. The head of my soft cock was still stubbornly lodged within her, but slid out when she straightened...
(There will likely be a delay before i post any more; i've come to the end of what i had done already, and i need to make time to write more. (I promise that i do already know what becomes of Nicola and Diana, and of the town of Winston, Massachusetts. I just haven't written it down yet. Hang in there, just like Nicola and her friends, it's coming.) =====...
Corisande breathed deeply, remembering. It had been so long since Soames had left. The last night he'd made a surprise visit, Cori had come in, dejected somewhat, from the supermarket. A project at work was not getting done fast enough, and of course although Cori was head of the group, she sometimes let her employees slack off and bully her. And then, of c...
I believe in getting the milk without buying the cow. I also believe that said 'cow' should only be grazing in my field -- if you know what I mean. I had dated Amy for about 6 months before I moved her in with me so I could milk her whenever I felt like it (or rather, have her milk me. Either way, you get the point). Amy had the reputation as a freak, and s...
My dad turned around and called back to us. "Hey you two, pick it up a little, you're falling behind." I smiled up at Jake. "See, I told you if we fell back he would say something about it." We increased our pace to catch back up with my parents and Jake's younger brother. Unfortunately, thanks to my older sister, my relationship with Jake was a pretty...
Four-fifteen on a lightly raining morning marked what appeared to be the start of social disintegration in the life of Betsy Milton-Stewart. Betsy awoke to hear her husband Royce cry, "I don't feel well." He coughed and gurgled, starved for air, dying of a massive coronary at 4:15. A former star athlete and regional Young Businessman of the Year winner, Ro...
Another stand-alone story, but one which fits with the previous 'Frank' chapters. Feel free to enjoy this 'as is' or in conjunction with the other chapters. Please comment, and vote – I enjoy the feedback! * Simon's mother, Joanna, picked us up off the coach, saving us waiting an hour for a bus or wasting money on a cab. I learnt that Simon's parents lived...