Day 01: Mystique's Experience I have been writing erotica for a long time and I understand the best way to proceed is to jump right into the sexy stuff right away. However, this is a true story, and a basis must be established to understand what follows. If you bear with me through the first several "basis" paragraphs, the balance of the story should be its...
Fuck it was hot. Two hours earlier, when I'd stopped at a town whose claim to fame was it had a lot of verandahs, it was 45 degrees celsius. Forty five fucking degrees. For those yet to embrace the simplicity and logic of the metric system, it was 113 degrees fahrenheit. In either system and in any language, it was hot. The sun was beating down with su...
Chapter Three Mathew "I'm fucking serious, man!" Matt said. "There's some weird shit going on in my neighborhood!" The other two valets, who were much younger than Matt's thirty-five years, glanced at one another. One of them smirked and barely held back his sniggers. "Oh, fuck the both of you!" Matt muttered, as he snatched up the set of car keys sittin...
Sam Walsh was no stranger to tragedy. He had lost his wife to a drunk driver when his son had been just an infant. He had raised Sam Jr. all on his own and could not have been more proud of his son as he grew into a fine young man. When he was eighteen, Sam Jr. had gone away to college, and four years later he returned not only with his degree but with a cut...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Stories after Ethical Dilemmas are: We'll Always Have Paris. 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 extremel...
Monday was another usual day. Cows with hardware, calves scouring in need of antibiotics, a fresh heifer with milk fever. Some of these things farmers will take care of themselves, but those were becoming fewer and fewer. Many chose to have a vet out right away, not after them spending precious dollars on off the shelf meds before calling us. We were getting...
Jeremy had a problem, and that problem was himself. He really, really liked slut collars. Now on its own, this wasn't such a big deal. Most guys were fond of them, didn't even count as a fetish these days. The difference between Jeremy and those other guys is that they imagined collars clasped around some hot babe's neck. Jeremy preferred them around his ow...
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...
This is the ninth installment of Mrs. Hart's Ache Chapter III, Interlude VI, Chloe ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's note: see the Index of Terms for the definition of any word with which you are not familiar. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a simple tale of retribution, wherein the young hero teaches the mother of his newest girlfriend a...
Hi! My name is Melanie James. I'm thirty eight years old. My husband, Dr. Alvin James M.D., is fifty five, We have been married for eighteen years now. This my first marriage, his second. We live with our sixteen year old daughter, Samantha, in a comfortable two story colonial house on the edge of a small Ohio Town. From his first marriage, Alvin also has a...