{This rambles, most of what I write does. Can't help it, I am 71 now, which means I get to if I want to.} +++ Hell, I wasn't early, I was right on time. It was a Wednesday, just another long day at work ended, so I went home. My name is Tom, the wife, June. Nothing special about either of us, she is a dishwater blond, packs about 10 stubborn pounds that s...
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...
This view was shitty. I couldn't really expect too much, considering I was waiting in my car in a parking garage of all places. I mean, you're only really suppose to be there for mere minutes; there's no point in trying to make the view interesting or pleasing to the eye. But I would really like something else to look at than a crumbling old building. Su...
My deepest thanks go to NinaWild for taking on this marathon project. This story does go between past and present, but I do try to make it as easy as possible to understand as it does. ***** The Present... "Mrs. Baxter has asked that you meet at her apartment at six o'clock and requested that you're not late. Dinner is at six thirty and the social functi...
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...
There I was driving my Uncle Joe's new motor home on Interstate 90 in Montana. Now Montana is beautiful country, it rightly earned the name "Big Sky Country" because of the scenic views. Well that's what I read anyway. However, I was crossing the state in February and the weather was shit! I had been driving in a snow storm for the last four hours and there...
(My thanks go to CambriaRose for sorting this two chapter story out for me. It sure flows better now she worked her magic on it. I hope you the reader enjoy this first chapter.) * I promised her I would go on, I promised her I would find someone else and live again. I lied. The fateful day I lied to the one person who was the most important to me, was a...
Lieutenant Hargreaves got the memo. He was to report to his supervisor. Dropping his briefcase on his desk he walked down the line of desks to the door at the end. He stood briefly, then knocked. From inside his supervisor hollered, "Who is it?" "Me," Hargreaves replied. From inside his supervisor shouted, "Come in and shut the door." Once inside he poin...
Jack and I lay next to each other on the bed, our heart rates slowing as we recovered from another session of intense sex. After a moment, I rolled onto my side, feeling my husband's climax leaking from my pussy, and slowly started stroking his chest. "So what do you think we'll be doing twenty-four hours from right now?" I asked casually, giving him a sof...
Author's note: This fictional romance includes mature, bisexual, and multiracial elements, and coersion. The few sexual acts in this chapter involve conscious live humans of age 18+. For readers' convenience, most non-Anglish language communications are presented in loose Anglish translation. Your feedback is appreciated. If you like this, VOTE, dammit! Your...