My name is Chance. This story is fictional. I was headed into my house after work on this Thursday. I happened to spot the neighbor lady outside, talking on her cell phone. We'd lived next to each other for a few years, seen each other come and go, and exchanged "hellos" once in a while. Today, I noted that she was gesturing madly. Then she would listen,...
Author's note: This story takes place shortly before Captain America 2. ***** If Maria Hill had wanted a simple and easy life she wouldn't have joined SHIELD, or worked so hard to reach the position of Deputy Director at a record-breakingly young age, and she certainly wouldn't have been so hands-on when she reached such a position of power. Of course sh...
Chapter 10 Finality and Reconstruction Ten days after Diane's death we held the funeral services and burial. The plot wasn't far from our home; almost within walking distance. A lot of tears were shed that day. Diane's parents, my parents, the children, Christie, some of my co-workers, and myself. The service was mercifully short. I sucked it up and managed...
It was the first week in October. The afternoon air was pleasant. It would become quite cold, as soon as the sun set. It had been an early fall. Joan was glad to have the hot tub. Allen did not make enough money, to afford such luxuries. Lisa bought it when she moved in. They had lived on a limited budget, since they had bought the old farm on the edge of t...
This story is part of an ongoing series. 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...
Chapter 7 "From Slave Wife to Slut Wife" My name is Karen. I'm a slut wife. A real one. The kind who will do whatever my husband orders, whenever he orders it, to whomever he orders. Some on this forum have called me a fake. Some think I'm the work of a guy, just getting his jollies by pretending to be a woman who acts out his fantasies. I'm not. I am a m...
*This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned* *Editing by shyqash finally in an official capacity plus many allies* *Victory is neither pointless, fleeting, nor soon forgotten. It is yours.* (Tuesday Morning) Sexual addiction is somewhat like military service. It requires you to be alert to your surroundings, think o...
"You are up shit creek, David. And I don't mean without a paddle. I mean without a canoe." Mike had been David's accountant for years and was extremely concerned for his friend. As they studied the numbers from David's car audio business, all the trends were down. "Its the Internet. All these low margin fly-by-nighters. And new cars come out with such good...
Somehow I believe when a sexual fantasy is overly planned it takes much of the thrill and excitement out of it, at least I believe that now. The experience my wife and I had last New Year's Eve was anything but planned and the thrill of being only feet away, watching other men have her completely, was more excitement than most humans can handle... When utter...
I've decided to finish this in two parts so my apologies to those wanting to get to the end. This chapter contains references to forced and non-consensual sex and SM acts. Please look away now if this is not your bag. Thanks again for your continued feedback. LB ***** Chapter 67 My waking process on that particular morning was more like a diver s...