I gripped Karl's hand as the living room door swung open and in flounced my younger sister Julie. I held in a grimace of disgust and forced myself to my feet and went through the pretence of mock kisses to our cheeks just for the sake of our parents, they were old and liked to think their two daughters got along pretty well. I tried not to react as Julie ope...
Hi, my name is John. I've worked for the same company for the last 47 years. I was hired right out of high school. I got the job because I grew up with the owner's kids. Over the years the company has grown into a retail giant and is now the largest private employer in the world with over 2.2 million employees worldwide. I've had numerous, low level position...
June married young, at twenty, and by the time she was twenty-five, she had 3 children under the age of five-years-old. Unable to afford any more mistakes, after a night of passion, she had her tubes tied. Now, thirty-years-old, her last child was in school with his brother and sister. Finally, home alone with time on her hands, she could hear herself think....
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. Pt.7 A Family Christmas Christmas Eve was quiet at the garden centre. Jack had the day off to be with his family; Mrs. Cardew had left on Friday and Maggie was spending the day with the twins, Lucinda and L...
A twist on an old tradition, after a nativity celebration, then some cast changes. With much heartfelt gratitude to B. D., who helped me develop Barbara, aka Mother Mary Rufus "One, two three, four, five, six. . ." I grunted as I did my curls with five pound weights in the Recreation Room. It was the Monday before Christmas, and it was tough getting my wo...
All characters are adults. ***** My murder trial took all of one morning, and most of its time Todd's ma used for crying and screaming at me. But I didn't go quietly and was restrained to stop the fingers she got from me while she put on her show. I'm not one for thinking shit out, I do, and if I fuck up I take what I get. Math is for pussies. The jury con...
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...
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...
I'll never forget my first kiss. We were both 18-years-old, almost 19-years-old. A little late for my first kiss, but it wasn't her first kiss. There's nothing like the first kiss. I even remember her name, Kathy. For the life of me, I don't remember her last name, though. I remember that once I kissed her, I was in love, puppy love. I never felt anything l...
I would say that I spend a good seventy five percent of my effort, minimum, when talking about BDSM, actively contradicting common wisdom on the topic. And it must really seem, at times, like I'm simply contrarian on the matter. Given how I go out of my way to challenge almost every perception and preconception about it, sometimes, I must seem like one of th...