My most heartfelt thanks to Greowulf. His editing skills have made this story much more enjoyable. After high school I had a good part time job at the auto parts store. I lived with my sister and had plenty of time to hang out with my buddies. My sister eventually put her foot down and said that I needed to go to college or something or I should find my...
Ellen and Ralph - Enjoying our Life - how we both enjoy cuckolding First I would like to thank everyone for their comments on my first story. As English isn't my first language I should have had it edited before posting, so in this case I have asked Penny Jones to help me out. Thank you for your help in this matter. This is a story of my boyfriend (now hus...
"Case dismissed." The words rang out clearly and understandably, spoken by the judge as his gavel hammered down, releasing my wife from the charge of murder. She was innocent as far as the law was concerned but she was guilty of a crime a lot more personal and destructive to our marriage. What had led up to my wife being charged with murder started a littl...
So there we were, all five of us back again in the bar at the old Hotel Patagonia, sitting at a table under a really useless, squeaking ceiling fan that turned no more than about one revolution per minute. Since there was no air conditioning, we all usually chose cold beer to drink. That's what one does in the tropics -- drink cold beer. The year was 1983,...
An LW story from a non-participant's viewpoint. Inspired by another LW storyline that was so distasteful that throwing on a subsequent chapter did not resolve it. Prevention is the best cure! ---------------- "Oh mom, you gotta be kidding me! I just started my job, so this is no time for me to be asking for some vacation off! I need my job to get through c...
"Alas! That all we loved in him should be, /But for our grief, as if it had not been, /And grief itself be mortal." (Percy Bysshe Shelley) To the people of Rosella Grove Mrs. Grace was something of an enigma. She lived alone yet she wore wedding and engagement rings and used the title "Misses." The window peepers of the Grove kept her under surveillance i...
What in the world had she gotten herself into? Becky had warned her that this was going to be a "special" Christmas party, but Leslie Chandler didn't really know what to expect. From the sudden sexual tension in the room, she was afraid she knew where things might be heading. She wasn't sure if she should stay seated or run. When she'd received her invitatio...
I had completed the chore I'd volunteered to do for my sister Carol. I'd driven her car up from Houston, Texas to her in Nashville, Tennessee where she'd been asked to report as soon as possible to accept a new job and promotion in her company. The promotion had been so important to her career she'd flown up immediately to accept it. I'd driven her car up at...
Memories! Ch. 2: And Baby Makes Three Disclaimer: JAG is the property of Donald Belisario, CBS, and Paramount. All other characters are mine and fictional. * * * * * "The Rabbit Died." Wasn't that the euphemism they'd used back in her mother's day? Silently, Mac sat in her Georgetown apartment amid a sea of moving cartons, and stared at the home pregnan...
Preface: I, Reginald P. Walcott, am a 37 year old professional bitch-slave, and until recently worked in the service of Ms. Beatrice Pennington of the law firm Kale, Pennington, and Shipwright. As of this writing I am approaching what would be my tenth year anniversary in this line of work. How, one might ask, does one become a professional bitch-slave? Tha...