Cleaning Amy I looked up as I was emptying my lawn mowers grass collection bag into a plastic lawn and leaf bag and saw Amy's Ford Transit van pulling into her driveway next door. She quickly jumped out and ran into her house. I was a little disappointed to not have been able to get a better look at her before she was in the door. For having just passed 35...
October 1991 The collision was momentous. As the dark Ford pick up truck swerved into the opposite lane of traffic, the driver of the car in the opposite lane stepped frantically at her break petal, desperately trying to get out of the way of the on coming truck. It was no use. The truck hit the small sedan head on. The sound of metal screeching against m...
It was nearing midnight, and I was standing alone in front of a large, wrought-iron fence. A large, etched, steel sign on the fence read Ridley Graveyard - No Trespassers. Every time I came to the graveyard, this sign reminded me that what I was doing was illegal. But it didn't bother me; my midnight strolls through Ridley's were the only things that kept me...
Novella 2: On the Hunt Chapter 1 The sky is gunmetal gray and the ocean turbid and violent. The wind is relentless and tears at my hair. Cold drops of rain splatter against my cheeks. I walk across swirling sands tossed by the storm and contemplate my next move. People who don't know better think southern California is sunny and warm three hundred and si...
April woke cold. She was shivering. She looked around, she was shivering because she was in a cold room, with one fluorescent strip light overheard, putting everything in stark black and white relief. She was dressed in just the camisole top she'd been wearing and her panties, and neither offered any warmth from the cold of the room. She was on a small bed,...
After loaning my boyfriend to my best friend for a week of sexual recreation in Aruba, I was now on my way to check up on my loan. To add real interest, I was being seduced by a college friend, who was gay, beautiful and relentless. In spite of her desire to take my girl-on-girl cherry, she was being a good friend. Beth had convinced her daddy to allow us...
***Author's Note: This story, based on a series of dreams I had, proved hard for me to categorize. There are elements of mind control, which itself raises questions about consent, as well as a heavy dose of dominance and "programmed" sexual slavery. Yet I hope it also reads as a love story, too, between two people who both cannot be together and cannot be ap...
Damn, he's cute. He had been coming in to the Broad Street Cantina for the last six months or so, every Monday, quarter-to-noon like clockwork. He was tall and trim with a shy smile, soft-looking hair, and steely eyes full of confidence that I just wanted to get lost in. All summer he'd been clean shaven, but in the fall he'd grown out a neatly groomed bear...
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 are used only for the literary purposes...
"Oh, hi!" Nikki sounded bubbly and happy when I called her after a fitful night. I wondered what she looked like right then—I pictured her hair all a mess early in the morning and lying in bed still naked...maybe her fingers would play with her pussy and she would pretend it was me. "So...I can't talk long; I'm in the kitchen getting some coffee for Andy, an...