Mule looked up to the high dome of The Pit, its black marble 'sky' was dotted with white and blue streaks that almost reminded him of the night sky. Were it not for the bright lights that reflected off the white stone walls, white stone pillars, and white stone floors of the interior chamber it would be. This was a place of politics, ironically named The Pi...
I was driving to New Orleans for Mardi Gras a couple of years ago. Seeing a couple of Hitchhikers, I stopped to pick them up asked where they were heading. “Mardi Gras!” “Already started on it have ya?” Noticing how stoned they were. The girl laughed, “Hell Yeah, why waste time?” Her boyfriend asked if he could go to sleep in the back seat. “Sure, G...
My friends have told me that it’s difficult to tell the sequence of my stories, so I’m adding a number to the title that will put them in the correct order. These are fiction. I hope you will continue to enjoy them. There will be another in the “Linda” series (true stories) posted in April. Thanks for taking the time to read them and I appreciate your feedba...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
Commandment #10: "Thou shalt not covet...thy neighbor's wife..." *********** I, Brent Walker, won the gene lottery when I was born but I wasn't one of those jerks that thought I had done something right. I knew that I was born on third base and wasn't there because I had hit a triple. I made sure to use my natural gifts to help other human beings and I ne...
"Rob, do you have a problem?" He glanced at her and then back at the road. "Don't worry about it," he said shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Erin glanced over her shoulder at the two sleeping boys in the back seat making certain they were still out. "I can help you with that," she offered in a husky voice as she slid across the space between them. Leanin...
I would like to thank 'Techsan' for editing this story for me. Authors note: This is the same family from 'A Marriage in Turmoil' only it's about their sons approximately six years later. It is a complete stand alone story. * This story is about 'How do we treat family.' Well, eventually it will be about that. I'm Jacob, twenty-four years old. David is my...
Mike and Doris Rasmussen were getting ready to leave the wedding reception. Doris walked up to her husband, a veteran detective on the town's police department, looking puzzled. "Have you seen Kelly?" she asked. Kelly was her younger sister, who was married to a lawyer. The younger woman had ridden to the wedding with them because her husband was out of tow...
A few hours later, Eva awoke suddenly. A warm arm was wrapped over her waist. A hand was cupping her breast. Morgan, she thought with a smile as she recollected what had taken place a few hours earlier. She had been caught in his cabin, and her backup plan had provided her with one of the best sexual experiences she had ever had. Still, she had to remember s...
The name is Stephen Hillman. I'm a big and tall young black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. And quite frankly this is the world according to me. People are what they are and there isn't much anyone can do about it. Seriously. I am forthrightly bisexual. Not much I can do about it but accept it. A lot of gay and bisexual people hide what th...