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A Take Me Out to the Ballgame Story (18)
Marty Coggins was just an oversized small-town boy from New Mexico who wanted to play in the big leagues. Trouble was, Marty was a terrible defensive player. And he'd been drafted by a National League club. No future for lousy fielders in the NL. But Marty could flat-out hit. Nothing to do but keep on keeping on. / (Reviews)

A Blue Futanari Story (2)
Alexys Sans, exhausted but in a rare state of bliss, begins to understand Txao's gift and the change begins. But change isn't always bad, especially when it involves aspects of a world she never thought existed.

Pain brings them together, or was it something else?

The desert crossing of a mother and daughter to find each other after a life separated and living a world apart. They do as strangers via Internet and in the meantime found the love they so much desired.As usual my thanks to Pepere, my editor, for his skills, patience and bon-homie.

I want to thank mostera1; he always makes my stories better. This is the sequel to, 'The Call.' I believe it is a standalone story but if you haven't read the original it may help you better understand some parts of this story. In the original story it took me 3 chapters to break up the Cooper family; it took me 7 to get them back together. Each chapter will be submitted daily. I want to thank you all in advance and remind you that comments are always more than welcome.

Jenny is a lonely and unhappy young mother who recently left the world she knew in San Diego for Phoenix Arizona in the summer of 1980. She is having a terrible day, which is made worse when her car overheats on the way back from work. Things begin to look up when Kate, a cute and good-hearted high school rocker chick, offers her a ride home. Jenny’s radiator isn’t the only thing that overheats as the two young women are drawn together by circumstance in the scorching desert heat.

Greg and Millie fought bitterly at first, but strangely love bloomed out of adversity

I reflected on Shakespeare's Sonnet 132 as I longed for Martha.

Some of my personal memories of Halloween. There is no-sex or erotica in this story. It's short, so take the time to read and comment.

This is flash fiction... It is very short but I think it is interesting or I wouldn't have written it. It has no sex at all and is not my usual crime and violence thing so it might not find an audience but I can life with that to. Enoy if you can. / (Reviews)