As I explained in my earlier story, "Washing Dishes," doing the dishes is my favorite thing I do for my wife. The least favorite thing I do is the dusting. When I do the dishes, she gets so happy she'll let me kiss her soft pussy, and maybe even let me come, but when I dust she is not as happy. You see it is hard to dust and still remain ladylike. My...
As Carmen claimed up into my jeep, and wiggled around, to put on her seat belt her skirt to rode way up on her thighs. I'm an ass and leg man, and Carmen has great legs and a nice big beautiful soft bubble ass. Needless to say I couldn't take my eyes off her legs. Carmen smiled when she caught me starring at her legs, and asked," Carlos, you like my legs?...
Dear Dirty Diary, Four weeks had passed since Doug had come home from the hospital. He was still a little pale looking and complained of being cold all the time because of the blood thinners. The night before, he was detached and completely immersed in a Blue Jays baseball game. Early the following morning was gray and rainy and I was feeling quite sorry fo...
Thursday Thursday started like any other day- Kim had been late due to having to climb out her window to avoid old man Vickers, but after she cleaned up the den and did a quick dusting of the house, she started her search for the necklace anew. To her astonishment, the necklace wasn't under the bookcase. Sylvia had apparently noticed, perhaps she'd decid...
INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - Can there ever be a selfless good deed, or are all good deeds selfish in some say? Sean Kelly, an ordinary guy living in Melbourne, Australia might have some claim to the most selfless good deed apart from self-sacrifice. He agrees to take on his best friend Adam's fat, crazy, mooching, trainwreck of an older sister Zoe as a house...
Author's Note: A short story of dealing with the aftermath of a cheating wife and a broken marriage. Story is part of the Brownwood series, cross-over characters may appear. Also, there's no graphic sex in this story so if that's what you're looking for, you outta skip this one. My thanks to findingmyvoice for her editing. Any errors you find are mine beca...
Isn't it funny how some of these stories seem to almost write themselves. Some stories I have to really think about where I want to take them, and others, like this one, start with an idea and it's all I can do to write down the ideas as they pop into my head so I don't forget anything I wanted to cover. <><><><><> THE FAR END...
By Woodmanone copyright February/2011 Please consider reading the Trilogy of "The Trail West, Winterborn, and The Gathering to better understand how those characters and events flow into this story. Reading Part 1 will set the stage for this continuation of the story. Constructive comments and emails are very welcome and much appreciated. If you like or...
I "Jakasan." Mostly asleep, Ian Jackson wasn't sure if the feminine voice was coming from the waking world or his dreams. "Ian Jakasan." "Fuck off," Jackson said. He tried to bury his head deeper into his pillow. A lightning bolt came out of the blue and grounded through Jackson's dozing form. He jumped about a foot off the mattress. His sheets slipped...
Silvia was in between her children in the back seat of the convertible, pretending to be asleep as she tried to process what was going on. Her husband was dead, she'd been repeatedly raped in front of her kids, and her savior was a werewolf. She was so far off normal she didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or have a total breakdown. She hugged a sleeping...