Heterosexual Stories

A Story in the STEELVILLE AND ENVIRONS Universe
Ronnies first marriage dies with a death of disinterest. He divorces and rebuilds his life with the help of a divorced woman living near him. Follow him as he finds new love, remarries and raises a second family in love.

Once, magic worked. Centuries before Babylon, a boy from a poor family and little physical skill found a place through talent and hard study. His desires--safety, food, a woman’s affection--were in reach. But life was often short and risky: disease and drought, fire and enemy blades always loomed. To escape death, the apprentice hid away his spirit in a dangerous spell. He didn’t expect to sleep so long. Now, there are no sorcerers. Everything changed. And yet...

A soft hand pulls him from sleep. Soon he’s drinking her down, lost between her thighs, until she begs for his cock inside her.

A Story from The Town
A misunderstanding leads to a far more complex situation than Ben or Rebecca could have anticipated. In this continuation of The Analyst, Becca starts wearing restraints for a mix of advocacy, safety, and reasons she can’t fully articulate. The truth? It’s all of these—and none. As half-truths unravel, she becomes ensnared in the web of stories she's woven.

A man and woman are teamed up for an intense weekend competition at a camp described as a combination of a sprint tri, a tough mudder, and the toughest escape room you've ever tried with some cool Amazing Race vibes mixed in. This is a novel length story with lots of elements of the wet and messy fetish present. Viewpoint alternates between the main characters. (C) = Cal, (L) = Lindsey. Chapters felt presumptuous for my first story so instead they are scenes e.g. D1S1 = Day 1, Scene 1.

The story of an IT department and its employees and the trials and tribulations they go through. There are a lot of things in this story, including philosophy, sex, technology and unrealistic scenarios outside the world of fiction.

I had been sitting in the food court when I was nearly hit by falling boxes. Offering to help triggered an outburst from an angry young woman. "What, you see a cripple and think you have to help? What do you know about handicaps? Why don't you shut up and leave me alone!" she screamed. The entire food court was silent. I didn't respond, just got my cane from a chair where I'd left it. As I was leaving the food court I heard, "Please stop!" The words weren't quite so angry now.