Life is absolute chaos, and it sure can sometimes do some pretty awful things to you when you least expect it. Let me tell ya. But hey, I am a woman of my word, and I did promise that I always finish what I start. (pffttt it only took me four-ish months. I bet no one even noticed! *wink wink*) I don't estimate that the gaps between the next submissions will...
Becky looked great in her black dress. Maybe she looked too good. I'm a pretty laid back type of guy, but I pay attention to things that are important to me. My wife is one of those things. Over the past twelve months, I'd noticed that Tom Burton had a thing for Becky, my wife of 24 years. He was fairly careful about it, but it was obvious to me. I could re...
I awoke to the slightly sweaty smell of a night well spent. I felt the arm of my wife resting on my waist and her warmth pressing into my upper back. I rolled over to cuddle her when I felt the rail road spike in my head suddenly explode into white light. "Honey, what is it?" Joanna asked. "My head exploded," I said, clutching my forehead. "Could you be d...
I was a troubleshooter with Handy Dan's Convenience Stores. Whenever a manager was fired—if it were due to bad inventory—I was called upon to go to the store, evaluate the staff, make necessary changes, and right whatever wrongs had occurred. I loved the job, if for no other reason than I was paid an insane amount of money to do something I really enjoyed. T...
Was on a roll this last week, so I decided to go write more chapter without even waiting for feedback. I'm weird that way. Have lots of ideas for this series. Anything you want to see? Let me know! All comments appreciated as always! ***** Kyle stretched as he woke from a deep sleep, shaking his head to get fully awake before he started his day. It was...
So, a few things. First, thank you to all my fans for posting their comments and suggestions. I live for your feedback and comments, so I hope you will do me the pleasure of writing something about my work. You went to all the trouble to read it after all. If by the end you find yourself somewhat fatigued, I totally understand, (wink) but please come back an...
The Beginning I just graduated high school and was playing with the idea of majoring in psychology in college though my parents were absolutely against it. For three years I've studied psychology on my own; I've probably read around thirty books and as many articles throughout my high school years. The only way my parents were going to let me major in psych...
M and I were separated for a long hot summer while she took care of some family business across the country. She passed the time with provocative selfies for me and her followers on social media, while I prepared a series of challenges for my beautiful, salacious and submissive partner to complete upon her return. This story is about the first of those chall...
The Bower House sat at the end of one of the oldest streets in Darkmouth. It was an infamous old house where dark ceremonies and perverse orgies were whispered to be held. It was a shunned place, slowly decaying at the end of Ellis Street, it's windows dark and murky, it's yard overgrown and creeping through an iron fence. None of the uneducated and supersti...
Zam had never been in a dorm before but seen them plenty on TV, these long hallways with individual rooms, a small communal kitchen for each respective floor, common room and study areas. This wasn't it, though. The building was tall and fairly open with glass panes covering the outsides between tall and graceful-looking pillars of polished steel. It only h...