My life had changed a lot over the past two years. A new job, a new city, and a new romantic interest, were only three of the many transitions I had made. Claire, was the only girl I had dated through college. Deeply in love, we'd shared an off-campus apartment throughout our academic years. It saved us a lot of money, and filled our hearts with the securi...
January 2nd, 2012 ~Author's Note~ This is a work of pure fantasy and fiction. Any names, places or events in the story that relate to real life are purely coincidental. Enjoy the story and please leave your feedback. Thank you! And yes, I know that it is currently only January of 2012. Since this is a fantasy I decided to take it into the future but tell it...
All characters appearing or mentioned in this story are 18 years old or older. This story is a work of fiction and any reference or description to actual persons is unintentionally. #################################### April 2019 My rideshare dropped me off in front of my house in NW Portland, and the first thing I noticed was that most of the lights wer...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is 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...
INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER To those on the outside, Ben Marshall and his fiancée Bridget O'Connell look like a perfect, good-looking yuppie couple living in the Australian city of Brisbane in the early 1990s. However, in private Ben struggles with his bride-to-be's bossy, bitchy and controlling personality, with things only getting worse as their wedding dr...
This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 years and over. *** DESIDERATA The old man sat hunched over his old silver laptop, hands clasped as if in prayer, the latest instalment a few keystrokes short of completion. Another script, another payday. His work had been attracting glowing critiques- his best work yet- and the more he made now the longer...
When I awoke the next day, at first I thought it had all been a dream. When I realized what had actually transpired however, my mind became a conflicting mix of emotions. On one hand, I felt extremely guilty for messing around with my friend's girlfriend. On the other hand...it had probably been the most erotic, mind-blowing experience of my life. After mo...
© Naoko Smith 2016 Grateful thanks to Bramblethorn, and to Bramblethorn's wife, for reading and commenting at very short notice on the story and helping out with suitable suggestions for young Victorian ladies' wardrobe items and sports activities. I had the idea for this story when I read on the Authors' Hangout that doctors used to use vibrators in Vict...
Happy Birthday to Me Okay, this is the first "Loving Wives" category story I've tried so a couple of comments before we get into the story itself. One of the things I've noticed in browsing through this category is that most of these stories are written from a distinctly male perspective, with the male partner primarily as the voyeur, sometimes the instigat...
I understand the first stage of getting through a problem is denial. My wife Judy certainly brought me to that. I didn't see it happening, especially with her seeming to be the complete happily married housewife. Then after deciding maybe Judy really was fucking around on me was recognition of the truth. Well, I sure had the proof of that now, so we move on...