I originally conceived this submission as an autobiographical piece, however it soon morphed into a fictionalized biography. The bones of the story are true, just embellished. For example, "The Document" is real, just not as outrageous, my wife practices domestic discipline, just not as ritualized, and so forth. The Afterword is for the most part composed of...
Thank you to me editor Girlowned and MugsyB for looking my story over and encouraging me. I wrote this story about nine months ago, so it's a major coincidence that it is about a Giants player and they happened to win the World Series this year. If I'd known I had magical powers I would have written about a Mariner. This story is purely fiction and fantasy a...
Thanks for those who were nice enough to comment. It's usually the best encouragement I have to keep writing. Please let me know if you liked the story. I'm always curious as to who's reading. Again, not much in the way of sex here, but for everyone who's been asking about Genzo, he's the primary focus. _________________________________ Returning back to t...
The trip from Sydney to LA is a long one. Even riding up front with the better seats, after six or seven hours--about half way--I started thinking about a ordering a wheelchair to take me through the terminal after we arrived. When you added the time spent standing in line and riding the connection to my home, I usually got to my front door beat, interested...
Tony had been on the phone for a good half hour talking to a man named Rick, one of his ex-clients. To be more precise Rick was one of Tony's failures, the pair having met in Tony's professional capacity of being a marriage counsellor. "I'm sorry it didn't work out for you and your wife," said Tony sympathetically. "Look, speaking off the record, man to man...
Chapter 1: A New Lust For Life Note: I am writing this with fictitious names to protect the identities of the people who wish to remain anonymous. My friends, "Carol and Mike", urged me to write this, and I thank them for their support (and much more, as you will read). I do not consider myself a "hot wife" or swinger, but just someone who is an extremely...
I pushed down hard on the shovel, digging into the hard packed soil and turned over the spade. The packed clod fell to the ground. It did not break. I looked at my watch and cursed at my procrastination. The kids would be here in an hour, eager to plant the seedlings, interested in the stories about the garden, and all I had was a small plot of packed dirt....
"Very nice, Richard, very very nice." I looked up to see Mrs. Wilson sitting in one of my yard chairs, her hands coming together. With her position in the shadows, it would have been difficult for us to see her, but I immediately understood she had seen everything. "Mrs. Wilson! What are you doing here?" My recent rage re-erupting at the invasion of priv...
This is a continuation of another short story titled: Odd Job. I suggest reading that, before reading this. I hope you enjoy. Comments are appreciated! * October 24, 2015 Incidents of espionage have been well documented throughout history. The ancient writings of Chinese and Indian military strategists such as Sun-Tzu and Chanakya contain information on d...
AUTHOR'S NOTE **** Hey everyone ... thank you so much for reading! I am so flattered that my story has evoked such passion for poor Justine's plight. I feel that I need to explain a bit about who she is here before you read this next entry. As difficult as it is to admit, in a lot of ways, Justine is me ... I have lived most of this story. (So for those of y...