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...
Authors Note I am deeply indebted to PickyKinky for her editing, suggestions and generally helping to make this a better story. The story was inspired by photographs of the lovely Vanessa from the amateur pics thread on the forum. It is, of course a work of pure fiction and any resemblance between my characters and any person, living or dead, is completely...
It was Monday evening, again, and I hurried home from work to get ready for my shift at 'Babes With Asstitude' (BWA). My new Afro-boyfriend, Drake, rang to chat about our new venture as soon-to-be Brothel-keepers and tell me not to work 'too hard' on my shift as a whore at Drake's uncle, Leroy's, place, BWAs! Drake wanted to come over but I said I wouldn't b...
In this story there are no oversized penis's, no *perky* EE breasts of any size, no toned and fit figures with an apple shaped ass, whatever that's supposed to be. People don't make love for hours and have endless orgasm's, it's a story about older people doing things not necessarily out of the ordinary given the landscape of today's culture. My neighbor rec...
Note: The author has decided to start a Chapter 3 because of all the positive response the readers have shown. Please read Chapters 1 & 2 before reading this chapter. This story is just fantasy! No words were hurt in the writing of this story. Practice safe sex and enjoy the story. My wife Karen and I settled down after the events of the past month. Karen...
I hope you all like this one. I wanted to give you something slightly different with a little twist. ***** There is one thing I truly hate about my job and that is getting a late night phone call. When a call like that comes in, it means only one thing...murder. I've been a Homicide Detective for over 20 years and have seen the worse that a supposed civ...
[The original two chapters of this story were submitted in 2008. The characters wanted an update, a continuance. Here is chapter three. Chapter four will be submitted before the fifteenth of Dec 2011. ] At the beginning of the story Nick got a phone call from Sandy to tell him that his Dad, Pete, had died. He went home to find that dad left him the family...
Aaron moved from desk to desk through the office he had spent the last nineteen years in. Oh, he had not had the same job for that length of time but he had worked at the same address. He had risen from a claims adjuster to Assistant Manager during that time. Today was to be the last time he was in the office—at least as an employee—and it was not a full day...
It was 4:30 AM on a Twosday*, it didn't get much worse than this... The girl who thought of herself as "Triangle Fistsmass-Yellow" had been on stakeout for thirteen 'days'*. They were running it with four six hour shifts but she'd been inside this parked civil-class chimera across the highway from the Cult hideout for the better part of three local...
I was in the Westfield Mall to return a couple shirts that didn't fit me. I knew I should've tried them on, but dress shirts are a massive pain in the ass when you're in a fitting room. All those pins and clips, the cardboard holding the collars and cuffs in place...way too much work. So imagine my surprise when I saw people running or briskly walking out of...