Yellow Fever Ray acted as my friend as well as my boss on the job, helped me get materials I needed, for example, sometimes let me into the storage area usually off-limits to faculty to search for myself. On our (artificial) beach weekend with him and Martha he talked about a trip he and a friend took to Thailand and a night they spent there. Martha and...
The second Saturday of November is the start of deer hunting in my state. For years, I have risen early and made my way to my land to sit in a tree stand and patiently wait for my prey to wander by. I have lost count of how many deer I have taken in my life span, but the thrill of the deer hunt has waned as time passes. I recall my Uncle, who taught me how...
Chapter One Hundred Seventy-Five: Waiting on Hope I went back to the room -- apparently the captain's quarters, which he was quick to assure me he would have given us from the start had he known who we were; I would never have allowed that, though I was more than grateful for it now -- and sat back down at Alistair's bedside. He hadn't moved, his colour st...
Mellow Yellow Chapter 8: The Honeymoon (Canada & the U.S.) (Author’s note: I had assumed that 7 would be the last of the Mellow Yellow series, seeing Melinda and Paul married, having their first fight and then planning a family. I have received such good response to these stories that I will fill in some of the gaps in the sexual adventures of Melinda and P...
In that dark of summer's eve, Su had just tucked the children in for the night. For many months now, the townsfolk were out, fighting the war. Their children safe in her midst at the old manor as she spent her days with them as teacher and the evenings after as nanny. They loved her for her gentle grace, affectionately calling her the very same, "nanny." S...
French North Africa 1923 Lady Mary Westlake was looking down at the endless rows of sand dunes. Her 10 year older brother Charles was steering his biplane towards the south. While at first around the coast they had still seen many small villages and oasis and even caravans for hours the landscape had been an empty expanse. Now however they were coming up...
Hi, this is my first attempt at writing an erotic story. While the characters are loosely based on real individuals, the story is a figment of my imagination. Hope you enjoy it. A big thank you to Ken Nitsua for looking over the story and for his expert editing assistance. A Game of Uno "So, I'll need my passport, a visa and, uh, oh yeah, a yellow fever s...
Stereotypes are an unfortunate fact of human life, I'm afraid. We've all got them about other people, and they have them about us. However, I don't think they should be discounted because most of them have their source in some obscure truth. My name is Jefferson O'Shea. A young Irishman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I moved to the Province of Ontari...
Author note - You might want to read Prolouge part 1, and see the author note there...enjoy *** January 2nd, 2005 The next morning Dylan awoke to the sounds of – nothing. No alarm. No television. No cell phone. Nothing. He stretched and glanced at the clock, which was showing a late start to his new life at 11:15 am. He smiled and threw back the cover...
It's been some time since I posted a story here. Life got in the way. I have a few more in the pipeline. Hope you enjoy them. Many of us have said it, but what if ... Ragnarök By Judogeezer Desolation everywhere...but not what he expected. Every end-of-the-world movie he'd ever seen had the same scenes; deserted streets with dust and scraps of paper...