Fiction - Page 907



Authors Note: This is a long story, containing 10 chapters a prologue, and epilogue. All chapters have been submitted and should be posted within a few days of each other. The idea for this story came from a story idea forum
I'm resubmitting this story with the correct themes. Let me know if you'd like to see more stories from me
Fbailey story number 212 Bicycle Built For Two My wife and I took our two teenage daughters to the park for the day. We had been there before on occasion but not on any regular basis, maybe we should. This park has walking, roller blading, and bicycling paths
Chapter 1 - Just another Friday night? “Another beer Tony?” the bartender asked me. His words fell on deaf ears as I stared, practically drooling, at the trio of college girls dressed for attention



Again this is our first story so please be kind. This is part two of several. Let us know if we should continue. Comments are always welcome and would be appreciated. Thank you and enjoy I rush to my rental car with confidence
ed our juices back to its giant pool, I had continued to kiss your moistened lips until, suddenly, your southern lips became moistened too! You began to sit up, so I quickly stood, picked up my tie that was clumsily dropped on the sand moments before and tied it around your head, covering your eyes



Gray’s POV: June 2016 It’s been a constant struggle as of late. Six months ago the doctors told Tessa and I that my health was not going so well. Seems I have a spinal disease that I can’t even pronounce. My daughters try and help me when they are home



RAIN DANCE It’s cold and windy again. It’s always cold in Seattle this time of year. The rain had stopped thankfully, as I slowly cruised through the Pioneer Square area. Mostly home to the more seamy side of life in the greater Pacific Northwest


When I was twenty-three, I took a job as the chief loss prevention officer at a big department store in a good-sized Midwestern city. I had a couple of years as a county sheriff’s deputy on my resume and that probably got me the job
Fbailey story number 465 Our Minister’s Hot Tub When our Minister and his wife installed a hot tub, my wife and I were the first ones that they invited to try it out



I want to start out by saying that ALL of my stories are written for my best friend Monica. They all were specifically written for her and I'm now sharing them as she believes they're worthy of being posted. In this story I'm telling it directly to her



I've been on a business trip, and I was only supposed to get home the day after tomorrow. But I figured the last two days will be nothing but partying and getting to know bisness associates. So, skip the partying and get home and nail the wife to the wall



The first to wake up was Taylor Swift. Her eyelids opened gradually, feeling extremely heavy, and she felt groggy. Taylor brushed a stray strand of hair out of her eyes and slowly sat up. She was sitting on a bed that wasn't hers in a room that she didn't recognize
The Dance: It was their twenty-eighth anniversary, and the first time they'd been out together dancing in so many years that neither remembered the last time. Not that they led a boring life or anything, they just hadn't danced



Jennifer was an okay looking woman. She was quite a bit insecure with her size (18 in jeans), but she knew there were men who liked their women a little bigger. She had amazing 40DD breasts, which drew attention even on a bad day. She was proud of them