Another in a series of Catherine stories. See an full introduction in older 'Porrwriter' stories if you are interested. Honey, I had an exciting day today and I can't wait to tell you about it. Today I was at Anita's house. You know her husband Craig, the photographer. She has all these amazing pictures he has taken of her. They're all over the house. I...
Thank you all who have been reading and following along. I always appreciate getting feedback. It helps with becoming a better writer and it's always an ego boost, so feel free to reach out. I will always respond! The usual spiel: This isn't a stroke story, (more porn with plot.) Be warned, it's very long. 33+ chapters, and many sexless ones, which is why i...
All straight guys dream of having a girlfriend at some point in their life. I've had three in total since I started dating. The stories of my second and third, however, are only one story. During my sophomore year in college, I had a falling out with my dorm mates over them dumping all the rent payments and laundry on me. I just snapped from all the stress a...
The insides of the car shook as we pulled into the dark and gravel laden parking lot. I looked around at our surroundings, trying my absolute best to not appear nervous to the man on my left driving. I saw several plain cars as well as a run down looking bus. One of the cars was illuminated by the light of a phone, though the windshields were too foggy from...
The Wish. Summer, 1984 Months and months had gone by and each time the weekend's missionary assignments were posted onto the Church notice board, Lucy groaned inwardly as she was never sent to the town she needed to be in order to execute her plan. It would be a tough ask of the circumstances anyway, but for it even to start, she needed to be where she cou...
Author's note: this chapter was written to show my appreciation for feedback in the form of constructive criticism - to those of you who've taken the time to leave it. Thank you. ***** (Piglet has just left us alone; she's gone back to town check on things at her apartment. You and I are sitting on your porch. It's a beautiful, golden-fall evening we're s...
Despite Brenda's encouragement to do so, Jason continued to put off calling Karen, even though he wanted to talk with her now more than ever. He knew he had to do it sooner or later, but fear of how he would feel if it turned out she really didn't want anything to do with him kept him from doing the one thing he knew, more than anything, would make him happy...
My entry for the 2016 April Fool contest. This is my first contest entry so here goes nothing. * "If they were going to make fun of me at least they could be on time." I thought glumly. Here I was sitting at the Red Horse Saloon next to a couple of guys that must have gone to school together. Even though I was trying not to eavesdrop I couldn't help but...
That Saturday night had set the scene for what was to become a nightly ritual for the next 2 weeks. At bedtime Angie and Peter would shower, put on their pyjamas, and descend the stairs into the lounge, where Minnie, their landlady, would be sitting, either reading a book or watching television. By now Peter knew the routine. He would paddle over to Minnie a...
When I was four years old my mother warned me not to feed the pigeons. "If you feed them once, they'll follow you everywhere," she said. Of course I ignored her as any little girl would have done; I tossed kernels of popcorn at the flock of gray and black birds gathering around our park bench. Sure enough, when I ran into the playground the birds followed r...