Not a Romance Story, but Erotica for the Uninhibited * I seem to be able to get a lot of writing done when I am working OCONUS (outside the US). This time it is Tirana, Albania. As always, what I do and who I work for is not important to the story. I am lucky to have these missions to supplement by retirement pension. The work is sporadic but the pay is go...
(Hello again everyone! I've taken a little bit of a "sabbatical" from writing because I've been living some very interesting real life adventures. I'm going to start writing about one now (very slightly embellished), but I will continue the Tammy's Public Display Adventure series at a later time. And I'm still going to write the Tammy's Torture Weekend serie...
"Are you Gail E. Fisher? And is this your cellular phone number?" Pete held out a report showing her cell phone number printed beside her name. Pete Curran was stiff, acting so official that Howard was surprised by his attitude. He appeared formal and in asking questions, had Gail standing stiffly. They were outside Frank and Melanie's front door. Although...
From the emails I received from my first story there were several things evident. First, there are lots of horny guys out there more than ready to cheat on their wives. Second many of you want to know if the first story was true or fantasy. It was a true story. The woman named Margo is now a very good friend of mine. We met during her single time after the s...
Carry On Dating, Or -- A Tale of Two Stocking Shockers © Kingswoman 2016 Apologies for not saying 'cunt' much in this story. I snuck in a 'cunt' or two for my fans who are particularly fond of Middle English terminology (words like 'cunt'). As the Proverbes of Hendyng puts it: Ȝeue þi cunte to cunnig and craue affetir wedding.(Give your cunt wisely and m...
I'd like to thank the 30,000+ readers and everyone who made constructive comments to Annie. I was never really satisfied with it, so I've tried to rewrite it and I hope I've made it better. Your comments are welcome and appreciated. *** I pulled into a parking space away from the door, got out and locked my Ford Fusion, and walked into Jerry's Bar. It had...
There's not much here in the way of sex. It's just a little story about moving on. I set out to write one story, and somehow I became distracted and started down the wrong path. I stopped writing this, wrote the other story called My Real Wife, and then returned to pursue this different path. Somewhere, my attitude changed and the anger I started with morphe...
Authors note: I have received many comments about the form in which Christina's story is being told. A lot do not care for my using her emails to me as the format, but they are in the minority. The comments are running four to one in favor and so I will continue to let Christina tell her own story in her own words. As a sop to those who don't like the email...
I stand in a line with the other men; all different shapes, sizes, and colors, all of us shoulder to shoulder. This is a day I've dreaded since I first hired on and heard about it. This is the first one of these events I've had to participate in. The company calls it "Female Employee Appreciation Day". It's the company's way of saying thanks and empowering a...
+I pull into a parking space away from the door, get out and lock my Ford Fusion, and walk into Jerry's Bar. It has been a long, hot day, it was Wednesday, and I'm in the mood for a cold one, or two or three, and a sliced beef sandwich and some seasoned fries. Jerry's has the best brisket for anywhere in town serving cold beer, but not because he does his ow...