More of my nitemare final days

Prologue I would like to thank those that have read my stories ancommented on them. This is a complete rewrite of the second chapter of my story “The Barfly” originally posted in the forum. I would like to ask those of you that honor me with negative votes in groups to leave some comments so that I may learn what readers dislike in my stories. I would also like to ask those of you that like my stories to throw a wote my way to keep them in an accessible position. Enjoy J. Bailey The Barfly, ch. 2, rewrite He woke...

His name was Mike and I had known him since he had started delivering my paper at the age of fifteen. Since I was only twenty at the time and I was comfortable with teasing him about his heartbreaking good looks, he quickly realized that I was gay and dedicated to corrupting him. He was 5’9” 140 lbs. with dark eyes and dark shoulder length hair on a tanned and leanly muscled frame. I was looking forward to his coming of age. Over the next three years, we brought the art of flirting to a new height. Of course by this...

Excerpt from the memoirs of Stan R. Shealton, published author: "...a few hours later slowly escaping from the dream, I felt like I was leaving a place I had been for years, as though I belonged there. I woke with the images still in my vision and the most sensual feeling of waves of luscious moisture rushing over my body. I continued moaning uncontrollably, my feet digging into the mattress allowing my hips to flow forward, over and over again. Realizing at that moment I was gripping something I looked down to see my daughter's eyes closed and her slobbery, soaked...

CHAPTER TWELVE I woke up early the next morning and was able to ease out of bed without waking Michelle up. I went to the kitchen, started a pot of coffee. I then cooked scrambled eggs, bacon and sausage and was just finishing up when Michelle walked into the kitchen rubbing her eyes. “What are you doing ?”, she asked, yawning. “Making us breakfast. Please sit down on the stool.”, she smiled at me and walked around the bar and took a seat. I fixed her a plate and set it down in front of her , then poured her a...

Apple parked her car about a block from the beach, and strolled towards where her friends said the party would be. Rebecca had invited her earlier in the week, and said that she had some friends she “really wanted her to meet,” whatever that meant. Apple was just looking to get out of the house after a long week, so any excuse worked. The party was at Rebecca’s friends beach house, and was rolling pretty good by the time Apple showed up. She had gotten on the beach about a half mile up, and walked to the house from the beach...

Jack was pissed off. Again. Once again his Chinese employer had cheated him. Not only was his pay late, again, but the bastard had invented some bullshit deductions. Jack was ticked. He had been in China just six months and gone through three employers. Every one of them had cheated him in some way. None had ever paid him on time. None had ever treated him in a friendly manner. They all treated him as a nothing. Just another foreigner to lure to China and cheat. Jack had made up his mind. Tomorrow he would cross the bridge to Hong Kong...

Cool summer afternoon when I walk into the pretzel store. The door was cracked open so I removed the stopper and gently pull on the door close. He appears from the back with a case of pretzels in his hands. He looks at me and say hello. I undo the buttons on my black leather trench coat and put my hands on my hips so my black lace panties with a neon pink ribbon and matching bra shows. I got my "fuck me " heals on accompanied with my see through stockings and I been waiting for to long. " I...

I have described it as Fiction, but most of my writings are semi-biographical. Not that I am embellishing, more like I'm toning down the reality. I was home alone when I got the call that my Uncle George was dead. I went to the funeral and met some relatives that I never knew I had. George was my dad’s older brother. I had to fly alone, my mom and step dad didn’t want to come. My dad died when I was two, so I never knew him. My mom remarried one year later to a traffic homicide cop who was investigating...

It all started when my wife Barbara began having Friday nights out with Mary. Mary is our next-door neighbour. She is married to Ken. We had been on friendly terms (though nothing more) with Mary and Ken since we moved in to the house when we married, almost 2yrs ago. They are considerably older than us...... Ken is 51, Mary is 48; I am 27 and Barbara is 23. I think from the outset, partly because of the age differences, Mary and Ken took us 'under their wing'....they helped us with our moving-in, and Ken lent me tools that I needed...

We have been to your mothers fiftieth birthday [arty and We’re on our way back home in your car, You have been looking at me all night like you want to eat me alive and decide to pull the car over to the side of the road and drag me out, walking us into a field you tell me to take my dress off. You tell me to stand there in the cold air in just my bra and French knickers; you stand in front of me looking at me before you decide what you want to do. I notice four...