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Just a few stories that are coming soon. Recording this here as much for me as anything else. LOL Just finished a hot little MILF tale for the Literotica Nude Day contest. It's called "Her Own Skin" and I'll start editing it in a couple of days. With any luck, it will be out there by the end of the week, and everywhere else not long after. I have another in progress. This one is for the Lushstories Summer contest. ( can't remember the exact name ) It's yet another MILF tale called "Hooters" Finally came up with an idea of a short to pair with "His Gift" for the Ebook here on my website. I really didn't feel like writing another straight cuckold/wittol story, so I was at a loss. Then, I realized there was another unfilled category at Lush that meshes up nicely — Femdom. Not sure when I'll start it, as I have a lot of other things on my plate in not only this name, but as Les and Dark as well. It will be called "Her Flock". I think anyone that enjoyed "His Gift" will like it as well, so it's a good pairing for the Ebook on my website. I know many find cuck stories offensive, so this will allow them to skip that Ebook entirely, and not miss anything they might like. Another that is in the planning stage has actually been there for a while. The original concept was simply not coming together, because the setup felt too unrealistic. Yes, coming from someone with the pen name Reject Reality, that's a little strange. LOL In thinking about my unfilled categories at Lush, I realized the basic concept ( the title, specifically ) could work in the Teen category there. So, eventually, "At Heaven's Bate" will by my entry in that category when I get to writing this short, voyeur tale.

A quick preview of my new, upcoming story, "Fill 'Er Up". ================= Liam tossed the empty bag in the garbage can, having filled the windshield wash buckets for the last time. He checked his phone, and saw that he only had five minutes left in his last day. He took his time walking back from the diesel fuel island, burning up one of those five minutes. Tomorrow, his evening would be free. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was going to do with it, truth to be told. He had plans for the weekend, but everyone would be busy on a Thursday night. There were only a few short weeks of freedom before he headed off to college, so he was going to make the most of them. He knew that much. Back inside, the place was filled with conversation and laughter, as it usually was. There were larger truck stops, in more convenient locations, but most of the local truckers all stopped at Mel’s, and word had spread to long-distance drivers. The kitchen was open 24/7, and the food was good. The bathrooms and showers were clean. The shelves were always well stocked. If asked, every one of the truckers would have only considered those amenities an afterthought, though. To a man, they were there to see Flo, Jen, Abbie, or Mel herself. All in their late 30s or early 40s, they were attractive, and flirtatious in the extreme. Redheaded Mel was filling coffee cups in the dining area. She was wearing a pleated skirt, which hid her gorgeous ass, but showed off her equally incredible legs. Her low-cut top revealed ample cleavage, and she made sure to bend down frequently while filling cups, so everyone got a good look. Liam wasn’t excluded from the peeks, or the flirting. No man was. He wasn’t immune, either. The last couple of years, the ladies had charmed him into working long shifts, and coming in on his days off many a time. They all had a place in his spank bank of masturbation fantasies. Mel finished her rounds as Liam walked up to the main counter, where blonde-haired Abbie was entrancing truckers as she rang them up. “There’s our traitor,†Mel teased as she approached. “Leaving us high and dry,†Abbie agreed. She addressed the driver at the counter and said, “He’s quitting on us, running off to college.†“Must be nuts,†the driver said with a grin. “I’d never leave.†Abbie winked and said, “I know you wouldn’t, sugar.†“Tried everything to talk him out of it,†Mel said, stepping in close and wearing a pout. Liam had learned early on that the best way to deal with the flirting was to come right back just as strong. “Everything? I’ve been hearing this promise about wardrobe malfunctions all this time, and I’ve never seen it happen.†“Well, maybe you’re not paying close enough attention,†Mel countered. Liam grinned and shot back, “Oh, I’m paying attention.†The ladies laughed, as did the truckers in line. Abbie said, “Damn, I’m going to miss this one.†“Won’t we all,†Mel agreed. “I should make you stay until the last second, but go ahead back to the office. I’ll be back in a minute to cash your last check for you.†“Thanks,†Liam said, and made his way to the employees only door. Once through the stockroom, he followed the long hallway past the break room, bathrooms, service rooms, and back to Mel’s office. About the time he leaned against the wall next to the office door, Mel came through the door on the opposite end of the hall. She called out, “Be right there, honey,†before turning into the women’s bathroom. Liam pulled out his phone and scrolled through some posts until he saw her emerge once more. Mel strutted his way with a smile on her face. Her every move was a performance – and a grand one. Her hips swayed, making her skirt dance, and her hands glided gracefully at her side. She glanced at him and twitched her eyebrows before unlocking the door. “Have a seat, honey, and I’ll get you paid,†Mel said as she walked around her desk. He closed the door – which automatically locked – sat down, and only then noticed that she had something in her hand. Whatever it was, she deposited it in a desk drawer before sitting down as well. Mel turned on her computer, clicked a few times, and then spun in her chair to access the safe behind her. “We really are going to miss you,†she said while twisting the combination lock dial. “You did such a good job straightening up the back room when you started. Always on time. Never complained.†She paused, looked over her shoulder, and added, “Easy on the eyes.†Liam chuckled. “I’ll be sure to stop by whenever I’m back home.†“You’d better,†Mel said. She reached into the safe, counted out some cash, and then stood. She walked around her desk again, and held out the money with a flourish. He instantly noticed that there was one more hundred dollar bill than he was expecting as he took the cash. He looked up at her with a question in his eyes. “A little bonus,†Mel explained. “Wish it could be more, but you’ve earned it.†“Thanks. I really appreciate it,†Liam said. It was hardly insignificant, as it was about a quarter of his weekly pay. “You’re welcome. Like I said, you earned it.†She then snapped her fingers and said, “You know, I actually do have something else for you.†He couldn’t help but grin as she turned and bent over her desk right in front of him. She was getting in one last tease. She slid open her desk drawer while he admired her butt, and the extra inch of leg her rising skirt revealed. Then it kept rising. Liam stared in stunned amazement as the pleated cloth slid upward. Her rounded ass and bare-shaven pussy were right in front of him, less than a foot away, and they entranced him. When the surprise wore off and he tore his eyes away from her folds, she was looking back over her shoulder, holding up her skirt with one hand, and the thong she’d retrieved from her desk in the other. She let her panties fall back in the drawer, gave her ass a shake, straightened, and turned around. “I did promise a wardrobe malfunction,†she said. “I keep my promises, honey.â€

Here's a quick preview of my new, kinky story, "Smooth Operator" that just went in the queue at all three sites. =========================== Straight to voicemail. Jason ended the call without leaving a message and sighed. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid, he silently chided himself. Of course, he couldn’t have known that Sheila would react the way she did. He never would have guessed that revealing his shaving kink would freak her out. Obviously, it had. The look on her face had spoken louder than words. He’d told her to forget he brought it up, and she said it was fine, but then said she wasn’t feeling well and went home not long after. She hadn’t answered a text or phone call since. Alternately mad at her and himself, he’d tossed and turned all night, and then spent most of the morning pacing through the apartment. His phone rang, and he looked to see it was Sheila. Nervously, he answered, “Hello.†“Hi.†After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, he asked, “Are you okay?†“I... I don’t know.†“I’m sorry. Just forget I ever brought it up,†he apologized. “I can’t. I just... I never thought you would... It’s just so weird.†“It’s not important. It’s just a silly fantasy. It’s not like it’s something I need.†She sighed, and after a pause, said, “I’m sorry I haven’t been answering. I need some time.†“Are you breaking up with me?†he asked. “No. Of course not. I’ll text you, okay?†“Sheila...†“I’m sorry. I just can’t even right now.†“Okay. I...†he trailed off before finishing with love you because the line went dead. He looked at the display in disbelief and muttered, “Are you fucking kidding me?†He tossed his phone on the couch in irritation. It only got worse a couple of hours later. He hadn’t been out or spoken to anyone about the whole affair, but text messages and phone calls from his friends checking in on him confirmed that word had gotten out. Nobody had yet mentioned what had started the whole thing, but then again, he doubted any of them would be callous enough to do so if they had heard. At least word that he didn’t want to talk about it spread just as quickly, and people left him alone. By the time evening rolled around, he was too emotionally exhausted to be anxious or angry, and ended up sitting on the couch in the dark, half-listening to music. A knock on the door broke his reverie. He remained on the couch, afraid it was another friend coming over to check on him. Even worse, it could be Sheila. He was in no frame of mind to make up with her after she’d aired their dirty laundry to at least one person with a big mouth. He needed a little time. At least a chance to try to sleep on it. A second knock sounded, and he reluctantly got up. The music playing made it fairly obvious he was home. No matter who was at the door, not answering it was probably going to make it worse. When he opened the door, his brow furrowed, because it was nobody he expected. It was Sheila’s younger sister, Jamie. “So, my sister’s being a real bitch, huh?†Jamie said by way of greeting. He stood staring, wondering why she was there. It was unlikely Sheila had sent her, because the siblings didn’t get along very well. Jamie grinned and chuckled before asking, “Can I come in?†“Uhm... Yeah. I guess.†He let her in – still perplexed. Jamie barely waited for the door to close before she started in. “I knew something was up when Sheila came home to do laundry this morning. She was acting all weird. So, I kind of eavesdropped on her when she was on the phone.†He watched her sit down on the arm of the couch, and at a loss for what to do, remained where he was. He asked, “Do you know who she was talking to?†She shrugged. “No clue. Anyways, she said you had a thing for watching a girl shave her pussy. Creeped her out, I guess.†Jason involuntarily groaned and reached up to rub his temples. Even though he assumed that had gotten out as well, hearing it confirmed was another thing. Jamie continued without missing a beat. “Like I said, she’s being a real bitch. I don’t think it’s creepy. It’s kind of hot, actually. I’ll do it for you.†His hand fell to his side, his eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open. He gave a shake of his head and asked, “What?†“I said, I’ll do it for you. I think it’s hot.†With that, she reached into her purse, pulled out a lady’s razor, and twirled it in the air. “Nobody else ever has to know.â€