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She loves you very dearly. Will do anything for you. Wants you to be happy. Will she or won't she is a story about two people who lust after each other and their fantasies. Follow their adventures over a weekend of adventure and passion. 
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“What do you mean ‘No’?”

“Just what I said ‘No!’  I won’t do it!  I won’t.  Why, in heavens name, would you want to watch me making love to another man or woman for that matter?  I suppose you would like to see that too?”

“Well, now that you mention it…”

“No fucking way!  Not with another woman.  I’m not gay!”

“Judy, you don’t have to be gay to have sex, not make love, to another woman.  And I didn’t ask you to make love, I asked you to have sex – there is a difference – with another man.”

“Why?  Who?”

“Why?  I really don’t know.  I just know that when I think about you with another man it excites me very, very much.  You having an orgasm with another man’s cock inside you while I watch…it just makes me shudder with excitement baby.”

“And who?”

“Mmmm…well nobody in particular.”  I said.

“What, you just want to have me go out and bring home a stranger?”  Judy asked.

“Well, if you don’t mind, a stranger would be great.  But, you don’t have to bring them home that could be difficult, how about if we get a hotel room for the night?”

“You’re kidding me?”  I looked down at the floor. I couldn’t look her in the eyes. I didn’t want her to see my excitement.  

“You’re not kidding, are you?”

“No, I’m not!”  I was now looking her in the eye to show my resolve.  It was suddenly very quiet.  The tension in the air was almost palpable, like the static charge during a lightening storm.  Judy’s eyes were open wide and her gaze was penetrating as she considered her response.  Then like a switch the light in her eyes changed from the glaring white light of a searchlight to the soft sensual glow of a candle.

“Ah, I’m not saying that I will do it but, I will think about it.  I do love you very much and want you to be happy.  And I thought we were happy but I guess there is something missing.  It isn’t like it used to be, I mean, the sex is good but it’s just not as fulfilling as it used to be.  And, I guess I’ve been feeling, well, neglected.  But, I don’t know if I could, I mean, it would be embarrassing, after twenty some odd years, of just being naked and alone with you, to suddenly have another naked man in bed with me.”  Whew, that was a mouthful.

My Mom is now available at Smashwords.

Can there be anything stronger than the love of a son for his mother and her for him. Come along on adventures of Mom's and their son's discovering their need for each other is stronger than the taboo that has been drilled into them. A series of short stories proving a son can love his mom more than anything in the world. 
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As Mom and I walked back to the car after dropping dad off at the airport, she put her arm around me and pulled me close.  She had been doing this whenever we were together and alone.  She giggled as I placed my arm around her shoulders pulling her toward me. I was a little taller than Mom, so I kissed the top of her head as we walked. Why I did, I couldn't tell you, except I loved my Mom and at that moment felt a little sorry for her because Dad would be gone for the next month on business.

Mom stopped, making me almost pull her off her feet. Turning toward her, I saw a strange look on her face as she stepped up to me.  Reaching up she pulled my lips to hers. Completely surprised by this, I didn’t pull away.  She parted her lips slightly and I took her invitation to slide my tongue into her warm, wet mouth.  Her breath exploded from her lungs and she broke our tender moment gasping for air.

"Oh my," Mom whispered, "that was most intense."

"It sure was Mom," I told her trying to hide my hard-on and catch my breath also.

"Now where was the car?" Mom asked weakly.

"Over this way Mom," I said shyly.

She took my hand in hers as if we were high school kids.  My palms were sweaty and my mouth was dry as we walked down the aisle of cars.  When we came to ours, I opened Mom's door so she could get in and I could help her, just as Dad had taught me.  Mom stood there with her back toward me.  I was standing just outside the door. She turned suddenly and she was in my arms in an instant.

Our lips met, hers were soft and warm, as I slid my tongue over them.  Mom's tongue forced its way into my mouth.  It was my turn to experience my breath exploding out of my lungs.  Mom just giggled as she stood there looking up into my eyes, my hard on pressed against her stomach.

Turning, Mom sat down quickly in her seat.  I stood there waiting for her to lift her feet in and sit back.  Instead, she looked up at me with her doe eyes and smiled. Reaching out, she grabbed my belt and pulled me toward her. She was quickly unbuckling my belt and undoing my pants.  Before I could move, she had my cock in her hand stroking it, looking up into my eyes.

Reluctant Lovers

Reluctant Lovers is now available at Smashwords.


A collection of short stories in the BDSM genre fill the pages. Bound for Pleasure and Bound Again told from the reluctant woman as a man she knows takes her though pleasures she has only dreamed of. Inside the Mind of a Stalker takes us inside as the stalker works trying to bring pleasure to his victim. True Love proves that a woman can experience good sex with someone other than her husband. 
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Bound Again

I was walking to my car after a hard day at work.  A black van, one I didn't recognize, had parked next to my car on the driver's side. Not really paying attention, I pulled the handle on my door and heard the van door slide open behind me.  A black hood whipped over my head and arms wrapped around my body pulling me into the van.  I tried to scream but no sound came from my throat.   My hands, forced behind me and tied at my back, I heard the door slide shut and my purse hit the floor of the van.

Lying there, I whimpered as the van started and drove away.  I thought to myself, 'Why me?' as I lay there on the floor.  For the next ten minutes, the van drove turning, twisting, and jogging to and fro.  Even if I could, there was no way for me to tell where I was or where we were going.  I was at a loss as to what they, was there more than one, wanted to do to me.  I was frightened beyond belief.

A long time later the van stopped.  I heard the crunch of gravel under the tires as it came to a halt. My senses were reeling as the van door opened and my captor manhandled me over his shoulder.  I kicked and screamed as he walked. A hand landed a stinging blow to my buttocks surprising me.  After a split-second, I started kicking and screaming again. Another crashing blow to my ass shocked me to silence.

My captor walked for quite a way before stopping. Hearing a door open and then close I knew we were now inside and my captor had the upper hand.  All of a sudden, I was flying through the air.  I landed hard on a bed bouncing into the air to land hard again.  As I lay there, I could hear my captor roaming around wherever we were. Opening and closing doors and what I could only assume to be cabinets.

"Who are you?" I shouted.

"Shut up!" said a hoarse, raspy voice I did not recognize.

"Fuck you, now who the hell are you…" I didn't get to finish, as a stinging blow to my ass shocked me.

"You had better shut the fuck up if you know what's good for you."

I lay there, my ass hot with a slowly fading pain. Fright was now my companion. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I listened to my captor move around the room.  My mind raced with thoughts of what he was going to do to me or with me.  Several loud noises had me jumping out of my skin.  Then he was close to me.  I could feel the heat from his body as his hands roughly grabbed my arms.

I Married a Slut

I Married a Slut is now available from Smashwords.

I married a slut.  I know I married a slut.  I planned it that way.  She is a beautiful girl and I love her dearly.  She fulfills my every fantasy at my request.  She fulfills her every fantasy with my permission.  She is my soul, she is my inspiration, she is my wife and I love her dearly.
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I knew back in high school that I was a voyeur.  I liked to watch people having sex, not that I didn't like to participate I just liked watching it made the sex all the better.  There's not much chance to do that in high school but sometime after graduation on one particular double date, I got my chance and found my sweet slut.  Now don't get me wrong, I like sex just as much as the next person does.  I just like to watch before or during.

My buddy cheating on his girl friend, who just happened to live next door to me, brought about this date.  She was a petite blond with a knockout face and body.  My buddy was nuts.  He had a delightful little blond honey who simply adored him and he goes out and bangs some girlfriend of his sisters.  Well anyway, Jane was knocking on my door and I didn't know at the time that's what he had done.

"Hey, what's going on Jane?"

"Would you like to take me to the drive-in?"

My jaw dropped at her request.  I knew she was seeing my buddy but she was such a sexy and pretty girl.  She is that girl next door that all guys dream about having live there.

"Sure, let me get my coat," I told her, ducking back inside. 

I grabbed my coat and keys and out the door, I went.  I was on autopilot.  I opened her door, helping her in, then ran around to the driver's side and climbed in, backing out the driveway and driving away.

"Do you mind if we double date with Janice and Brad?"

"No, not at all, where are we picking them up?"

"At Janice's house, go up three blocks and take a right then two blocks, forth house on the left."

"Sure thing," I said.

We were there in three minutes.  Janice and Brad were waiting on her front porch.  I beeped the horn and they came running over to the car and climbed in the back seat on Jane's side.  I had a two door.

"One more stop and then we can go, is that okay?"

"Sure, no problem, where too?" I asked.

"Jimmy's."

My head buzzed and my heart started to pound as I put the car in gear and drove off.  It was twenty of the most agonizing minutes, I ever spent in a car.  Jane and Janice talked and carried on as if nothing was wrong.  Brad sat silently as I drove to my buddy's house.  As we pulled up Jane started to cry, his car was gone.  Well, not his car, his mothers, we were out of high school but just barely.  Everyone was over eighteen but had yet to start collage or go out and get a real job.  As the car stopped, Jane jumped out, ran up to the house, and knocked on the door.  Jimmy's mom answered and let her in giving her a hug and holding her there in the door for a minute.

"He is so fucking screwed," Janice said.

"All right, what's going on?" I asked.

"You don't know?  Jimmy is out with someone else tonight.  He was supposed to go out with Jane but called her and said he wasn't feeling well.  She didn't believe him, waited an hour and called back.  His mom told her he had gone out, she thought to see her," Janice told me.

"Holy shit!  Damn!" I beat the steering wheel as it sunk in.  "What an asshole."

"That's what I thought too," Janice said.

Long story short, Jane came out her eyes red from crying. I asked her if she wanted to go home, she said no.  I drove to the drive-in.

"Park way in the back in the dark corner," Jane said smiling shyly at me.

Now I knew you only parked back there if you were going to be getting it on, so to speak.  I shrugged my shoulders and slowly cruised down the last row of the lot.  I found a spot almost to the end of the row where we would have an empty spot on either side of the car.

"Perfect," Jane said, which rather shocked me. 

I grabbed the speaker and hung it on the partially rolled down window.  Jane moved over next to me, lifted my arm and snuggled in next to me.  The car had bench seats.  I placed my hand on her arm and gave her a little squeeze.

The Kings Undoing

The Kings Undoing is now available at Smashwords.

If time travel were a reality, could we use it to correct the horrible mistakes of the past? Would we be able to correct the wrongs of those in power?

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"So, Agent Peters, what you're telling this committee is this man has no information we can use?"

"No Senator, what I said is that any information we get from him will be useless."

"Why is that Agent Peters?"

"The event has already occurred. He can tell us how he planned and executed the operation. Who may have helped him, how they may have helped him. But that was the past and everything after the event has now changed."

"How can that be? Maybe you better explain it to us."

"I can't do that, I don't know enough on the subject."

"Then who should be explaining it to us?"

"He should, but he's not up to doing that, even if he is willing."

"I see. Well what do you know? Maybe you better start at the beginning." 

"Yes Senator.  From what he has told us, the year was 2031 and the country was in turmoil.  The world was in turmoil.  Economies throughout the world had been collapsing for decades.  The population of the United States, decimated by hunger, plague and civil war, is on the verge of collapse.

 "We now flash back to 2016, three years into the Presidents second term.  Unemployment is at a record high of twenty-five percent.  There are more than fifty trillion dollars in fiat money in circulation.  The national debt is in the neighborhood of one hundred and twenty five trillion dollars and is so high that foreign counties holding our IOU's demand their payments in gold.  The problem is there is no gold backing the currency any more.  It has all been sold to private investors."

"And you believe this drivel told to you?"

"Yes Senator, I do."

"Continue then Agent Peters."

"The country is broke.  Can't pay its bills, can't pay its employees. Over the next year, the President consolidates his position within the government.  On the eve of the next election, he declares martial law.  Loyal units of the military move into the capital, the President declares himself the lifelong ruler of the United States."

"Preposterous!"

"From what I have been told he has you killed first Senator.  He dissolves Congress and has the Justices of the Supreme Court jailed.  The vice president is declared the Prime Minister and certain members of the house posted to positions in his ruling dictatorship.  All private enterprise is nationalized."

Agent Peters stops to take a drink of water.  Then looking back to his notes, he continues.

"For the next five years the country is torn apart by war.  Ten divisions of loyalist military units secure the northeast from the coast to the Ohio River and as far south as West Virginia.  In the west, California secedes to become its own country, soon followed by the secessions of Texas, Colorado, Oklahoma and all states west of the Mississippi from the Gulf of Mexico to the Canadian border. 

"Texas coops Louisiana, Arkansas and Oklahoma into its boarders to become the Republic of Texas once more.  The four states of the Four Corners Area, Colorado, New Mexico, Arizona and Utah, become the Colorado Republic.   Kansas, Nebraska, Iowa and Missouri band together to become the Prairie Republic, followed by Minnesota, North and South Dakota as the Dakota Republic.  The Mountain Republic consisted of Wyoming, Montana and Idaho. The Northwest Republic consisted of Washington and Oregon.  Nevada stood alone and defended its borders vigorously, but freely gave whatever secrets kept within its borders.

"California annexed the Baja peninsula much to the relief of Mexico.  Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Michigan and Wisconsin were hung out to dry by both sides.  Michigan and Wisconsin eventually joined Canada, while Ohio, Indiana and Illinois joined the Southern Republic made up of Kentucky, West Virginia, the Carolina's, Georgia, Florida, Alabama, Tennessee and Mississippi.  The year is 2022 and the United States of America is no more.  Canada invades Maine and holds it, despite the fight put up by the President's armies."

Agent Peters stops to refresh himself again.  Looking up at the panel of Senators, he sighs.

"Our country is now torn apart.  Infrastructures begin to crumble.  The monetary system is in chaos as each republic now prints its own."

"This is all well and good, but when does our assassin enter the picture Agent Peters?"

"I'm coming to that, sir.  In 2030 Mister Abernathy is…"

"Wait, he isn't a Doctor? PhD type?"

"No sir, he is self taught.  He is also eighty years old.  A group of people and he have been hanging about at what had been Argonne National Labs.  At the time of the collapse, the lab was working on time travel.  The group with Mister Abernathy continued that work. On October 31, 2031, they succeeded."

"Well then, can he tell us how to complete the work now?"

"Probably, but like I said he's not really up to doing so."

"I see.  Maybe we should be the judge of that.  Get him in here as soon as possible Agent Peters."

"Sir, I respect…"

"Now Peters, do you understand?"

"Yes, Senator," Agent Peters replied.

God Mother

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Everyone should have a teacher in their lives. Someone to help, guide and train them in the ways of life and love. Cole Schuster is lucky enough to have someone like that. Follow his adventures through life and love as his God Mother teaches him about them, with the help of his cousin, mother and other wonderful ladies in his life.

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It is on my twelfth birthday I notice her as an individual. Up until that time, she is part of the group I know as relatives. It's the time in a boy's life when girls are no longer yucky and they start to be more than just a person who is not a boy. I also remember noticing my buddy's older sisters around the neighborhood. Especially, when they would lie out in their bikinis, bikinis, considered scandalous at the time, yet covering three times as much as the 'bikinis' of today.

She is a beautiful woman, with dark hair and clear brown eyes with specks of gold. Her nose, slightly bigger than most, fits her face perfectly. Her smile is what brings her to my attention, bright and sincere. At the time, all the women in my life are moms. Looking back, I now realize they are each in their own right, what we today call MILFs. Even my own mother is one, as are the mom's of all my friends. I remember this like it is yesterday.

Over the next couple of years, she attends every celebration parent's heap upon their children, little ones and big ones. Her name is Joan and on a number of occasions mom tells me, she is my God Mother and her husband is my God Father. At the time I have no idea what that means. It isn't until I truly notice her I want to know. So, shortly after my twelfth birthday, I ask my mother.

"Mom, what does it mean to be my God Mother?"

"I was wondering when you would ask that question. Joan is your God Mother and George is your God Father. If something were to happen to your father and me, they would take over for us, caring for you."

"Oh. Like what?"

"Well if we were to get into a car accident and…and…"

"Die?"

"Yes. Then Joan would become your mother and George your father. They would also take care of you if both dad and I were hurt at the same time and can't. Joan asked she be included in your life just in case something happened and she needed to care for you. She wants you to know her so you won't be afraid."

"Oh, okay. Thanks."

That is the best news I ever heard. She doesn't appear to be a blood relative. Oh and the part about her taking care of me if something is to happen to my parents isn't bad news either. Over the next couple of years, I grow close to Joan. At every event, which she attends in my life, I sit and talk with her. I tell her what is going on in my life and what my dreams might be at that point in time.

She seems so happy to hear every word I have to tell her. When I first did, she seems a little surprised, yet also pleased. As I grew older, I start to play sports. She attends every one of my little league games. Sitting in the bleachers with my mom and cheering me on. Then comes pony league. She is there, but seems sadder. When she attends my birthday parties, she comes alone.

It is my sixteenth birthday when I get the nerve up to ask her. We are sitting in the driveway the night of my party looking up at the stars. She is sipping a beer while I take small swigs out of my bottle of Pepsi.

"Joan, where is George?"

"Oh, god," she replies, her shoulders droop as her face, full of sadness, turns my way. "Sweetheart, George and I have divorced."

"Oh, Joan, I'm so sorry."

I am no stranger to divorce. Several friends on the block have been through them. It is sad to watch and I bet it is horrendous to experience.

"Thank you sweetie, you are such a joy to have in my life right now, I thank the stars that you and I can share our lives and experiences."

"Me too, Joan and I have wanted to say this for a long time now…I love you."

"Oh that's so sweet, I love you too."

She leans over, kisses my cheek, placing her hand on my head. She sits there smiling at me for a long time, stroking my hair gently. Then she stands, looks down at me and turns, hurrying away into the backyard. I swear she mutters under her breathe, 'If only…'.

Over the next couple of years, I just enjoy her company when I can. She is so easy to talk to and an avid listener. I tell her about everything I experience. My loves, my losses, my ups and downs, she listens to them all, intently, she is always concerned about my well-being and helps me work out my emotions.

As I get older, she gets more and more beautiful. It is true she is athletic. In our conversations, she tells me about her work out regime and I am truly impressed at how well it is working for her. Although she is not my mother's contemporary, Joan is at least five years, if not more, younger than mom, Joan has withstood the sands of time far better than my mother.

Another new story...A New World

A New World takes you through the lives off a species that has to leave their home planet because they have discovered an asteroid a quarter size their planet heading right for them. They are a technically advanced race and build giant ships to move their species to the next planet down sun from them.

They have left that planet alone as it is inhabited by a race of people not advanced enough to even have discovered fire yet. They know they will supplant this race within ten decades, yet they have no choice as it is the only other planet in the system they can live on.
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Hurrying down the hallway, Jean De'art holds the readout tightly to her thorax. Her mind is reeling with the data typed across the pages she has just printed. Frightened beyond belief she pushes open Professor Ke'pats door without knocking. The Professor spins in his chair to see who would be so bold, yet a kindly smile crosses his lips when he sees it is Jean.

"Jean, my dear, what is the matter? You look as if you have seen a ghost of the ancestors."

"Professor, if that was all, I would be overjoyed. What I have here, in this stack of paper is something I just can't comprehend as yet."

"Well my dear, then let me see and perhaps I can help you."

"Sir, I understand what the data tells me, it's what it means that I can't or don't want to comprehend."

"Let me have a look," Professor Ke'pats says softly.

Jean sets the papers down in front of him, gently. Ke'pats starts reading. As he does, the small hairs on the back of his neck start to rise. His torso breaks out in fel'ck bumps. As he reads the last page of data, his hands shake and his eyes bulge out of their sockets.

"This can't be Jean!" Ke'pats whispers afraid of his students answer.

"I checked it five time sir. The numbers are correct."

"My god, this is…this is disastrous. This will mean…Great Je'ga, I can't say it."

"I know sir. I can't either, but we have to tell someone."

"The High Council must be told for sure, yet…will they do the right thing."

"I wouldn't know the answer to that question Professor, really I wouldn't."

"I know my dear, I know. Not a word of this to anyone until I return from Se'pa City, understand my dear?"

"Yes Professor," Jean says watching the Professor collect her papers and stuff them in his carry case. "Go back to your lab and print another copy of these and put them in a safe place, just in case."

"In case of what Professor?" Jean asks.

"Just do it," the Professor whispers harshly. "For me dear, if you would?" he asks gently.

"Of Course, sir, of course," Jean replies, as the Professor hurries out the door.
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Geez, how many does this make now...there is God Mother, Janus(5 books, 1 already published) Lakota Johnson, The Others, Jump Point, Rerun, The Fifth Age and several others.

Crap there isn't enough time in the day! Damn and I want to finish these before I die!

Oh well back to work.