Jasmine Fleet looked over the ancient bureau in the middle of her new living room, at her overworked friend. Ted had given up dragging the couch into her apartment and now sat on it, his head in his hands. She looked around, spotted the lukewarm bottle of pop they'd been sipping from all afternoon and grabbed it. Then she went over to him. "Hey." Ted look...
Author's Notes: This is a one-off story. No sequels are planned for this this tale. I thought I'd try my hand at writing a piece about submission. Hopefully I didn't make a mess of it. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older. ******** Chapter 1 The early winter storm raged and thrashed across the moun...
Melissa bent over and lifted a box of oranges. God, they were heavy she thought, as her muscles strained to bear the weight. Her arms weren't used to this kind of work, as she had worked at a clothing store before her job here at a massive supermarket. It wasn't her choice to leave her old job, it was just that it paid better, and money was very important to...
In admiration for the writing of rha spike Would that I could write as good an erotic scene as he. Karen Bernier was having a seven year itch. She and Christopher were a couple for two years and married for five. Normally couples by this time are starting to have children, but after trying, Karen found out she is sterile. Bad eggs and other problems m...
(c) 2015 - All rights reserved - Mimaster ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Ann sat dutifully at the table centered in the small break room, her heart consumed with joy. She was filling out a myriad of paperwork laid out before her. The table was actually too big for its surroundings, giving the room a very cramped feeling. Or as she preferred to look at it; cozy. But she und...
Robert is in the business school and takes that very seriously. In fact we met in a business course my first semester in school. Robert was the teaching assistant in my subgroup. My mind goes back to that day just 3 months ago. Me, kind of prissy and conceited, dressed like I thought a college girl should dress with a cute swirly skirt and nice sweater. Not...
Husband drafted to be life model for art class, finds it's not that bad. Sometimes, you know, life really does imitate art. Or is that vice-versa? Anyway, freshly early-retired with a move to a college town in the East, I convinced my shy wife, Sharon, that we shouldn't be passive, but should dive right into the local scene. Reluctant at first, she knew I h...
Things at home had gone back to normal after our summer trip and things in bed had gotten rather mundane. Work had exploded and the hours were long. I was usually exhausted when I got home so sleep in the bedroom seemed to be the priority. Carl said "Hey, we are almost done with the current run; we have been working non-stop at this project for months now....
The door opened a crack. Maria peered outside in both directions before addressing the three of us. "Top of the stairs, make a left, open door. Go in and shut the door. Go!" The three of us tiptoed quickly through the kitchen, down the hall to the stairs, passing the closed doors along the way. I led the charge, dancing lightly up the stairs and making a be...
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...