I sat on the window seat looking out at the pouring rain streaking the window. The gray day was totally in keeping with the way I felt and had felt, mostly, during the two years since my husband, Richard, died from a stroke, suddenly, without warning, one moment alive, the next dead. My name is Diana Hart, I'm 45 years old and a widow, as I've already menti...
Luci Lovejoy: 42 yrs old, Attorney/Connie Blakely: 30 yrs old Luci's Executive Asst/ Sandy Lovejoy: 22, Luci's eldest daughter/Dana Lovejoy: 20, Luci's youngest/Lidia Jones: 22, court stenographer (VERY BREIF, non-essential mention of gay male encounter...this is ONLY FOR CONTEXT & NOT something I nornmally include as part of my stories...) Luci Lovejoy...
It would be helpful to you please reader if you initially read the first part of this story "Lesbian Wrestles With Her Conscience". Rejecting wrestling brought Jess and Sweet together. The love they had never quite admitted to each other was set free. They rented a flat together, and spent a week fucking each other, so afraid that this bliss would be ta...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Chapter One: "The Beginning" Caroline Walker, 26 years old, had been a widow now for a year. Her husband, Roger, had died in an auto accident and had left her with an 18 year old Step Daughter named Madison. Caroline was very petite with an angel face and a great body with light...
He looked at me. Best strike now, I thought, so I filled the silence. 'You know the Rus are meditating rebellion, and if their gold prevails with the Khan, is this the time to provoke him, Majesty. I would not have you suffer the fate of Harold, the Saxon Padishah.' He looked at me and laughed out loud. 'And who is this Harold that I should be mindful of...
Chapter Five: Trials with the Principal Jessica had brought some things with her and came home with Casandra and Madison. When Rachel came home from work the four went out to dinner. It was a celebration dinner of sorts, celebrating Jessica becoming a Slave. When they returned home, Mistress Casandra said, "Slave Jessica, go into the bedroom and wait for m...
Authors note: Thanks to the widow for the edit. Lover's Games I sniffled as I stood in the corner, my pink thong at my knees in a tangled untidy rope. I was feeling most sorry for myself, and my bottom throbbed, burned, and seemed to grow bigger every second I stood there. Although it could have been worse. I could have been seated in the corner. I though...
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The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
(For Katie, who knows all) " Do it yourself," I said when my aunt asked me to re-pin the flowers in the buttonhole of her jacket. I could see my mother's startled look. Though she disliked my aunt and knew I was difficult to control at times, she had thought that on Aunt Kitty's wedding day, which at last looked like passing off without too many recriminat...