When I, Ben Shaklee, graduated from Northwestern University's journalism school I was lucky to land a job with the Chicago Tribune. Ever since I was a kid, no doubt inspired by Clark Kent, Lois Lane, and cub reporter Jimmy Olsen in reruns of the old Superman TV show, and then enhanced by real life investigative reporters from the Washington Post and New York...
This is my second attempt at writing this type of story. I tried to be more thorough with my editing and have the story end in such a way that there wouldn't be any question as to what happened afterwards. There is very little sex and this is a work of fiction and nothing like this that I know of has ever happened. Hope you enjoy it. Aloha means hello AND...
"Do you want to come with me to Atlanta this weekend?" Dante asked me. "I don't think that's a good idea right now..." I told him. After our meeting with the attorney I had thought long and hard about ending this. I didn't know if I was going to be able to hide the situation from Jake. I hoped so, I certainly didn't want to get a divorce as the attorney h...
Sunlight... How long had it been since he'd seen the sun? Not the bleak sunlight that beat down on the prison yard every day; that was light, but not true sunlight. Real sunlight carried freedom; he knew this now. Even as he stood buffeted by the icy November winds, he stood in the sun as if there was no place he would rather be. It had been almost seven...
This is a prologue to a sci-fi story called "The Donation". It is meant as a dystopia. Do not read this prologue or the following chapters, if you can not handle stories about a patriarchal regime. "The Gender Reconstruction Act was narrowly approved today. All remaining women's rights have been revoked. Leading feminist protesters were arrested today, on c...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is 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...
Just to be clear, this is a story about American football, not international football. Summer awoke to find it a cloudy, dreary day. No sense going to the beach on her day off. She might as well be productive. She decided to wash her clothes at the Laundromat then do chores around her apartment. There was no need for Summer to get dressed up so she went com...
Unlike my "sisters", in this occupation, I am not strung out on drugs. I have been doing what I have to, to survive. Three years ago I was in a car accident. It left me emotionally scarred. Those scars are still with me. My name is June, and life had been hard through most of jr. high school and high school. My dad, a farmer, had died when I was eleven. My...
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...
"Okay," she says, "Lower your seatback." I look over at her, a knowing grin on my face and ask, "Why?" "Never mind. Just do it," she insists, reaching under the steering wheel and dragging her nails roughly over my zipper sending vibrations right through my jeans to my spasming, half-hard cock. Reaching down between my seat and the door, groping for the s...