"Mommy, why was Uncle Sean bouncing on your bed last night. He was hurting you; I don't like Uncle Sean," My wife quietly tried to explain that he was mistaken, "It must have been a bad dream." "I stood there and watched Mommy. I'm glad you hurt him too. I heard him cry when it hurt." I carefully and quietly turned around and went back into the living roo...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography, which is currently not updating. Stories after Music Box Dancer are: Return To Apple Grove, Media Matters. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes,...
Claire was in the shower the first time Bianca called her to ask for help. She heard her mobile ring through the open bathroom door just as she was shampooing her glossy red hair but left it to go to voicemail. She rinsed her hair thoroughly before working in the conditioner and moving onto her long curvaceous body, carefully soaping her sizeably-proportion...
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...
Authors Note: I'd like to thank my editor Harvey for helping me with this piece. - - - - - My eyes started to open as the fog began to lift. I looked around, confused by my surroundings, and I fought through the grogginess. It started to make sense now; I had fallen asleep. Slowly, the events of the afternoon started to play back in my mind. Our wonderful...
(Please read part one of this series, "Five Minutes") It had been two days since the wedding. Two long, masturbation filled days for Winnie. No matter what she did, she couldn't rid herself of the unfulfilled satisfaction coursing through her body. She had been fucked...fucked real good. The best ever in her life. But Marcus stopped and left before lettin...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Dear reader, please understand that this is a story of fiction. But the story involves a white couple trying to have a child, then finding and having unprotected sex with a black gentleman. The story also touches on male-male homosexuality as well as the cuckold lifestyle. If this offends you in any way, please close this story and move on to...
Hello to those who may be reading this, this is the 2nd Instalment in the Xander series. The edited Chapter 1 will be posted at a later stage. It states in the foreword of Chapter 1 that cars are commodities that are available in this world; however, they aren't cars as we know them. Cars in this world are more like 4 wheeled contraptions, that are powered...
Chapter 5: Tension, revelation, and a choice They were good for two weeks after the "copy room incident" as they mutually referred to it. There was quite a bit of damage to the copy room: trays on one of the copiers had been broken off, there was a hole in the wall apparently made by the table being pushed into it, and for some strange reason the door woul...
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...