* This is part 1. Part 2 coming soon * The phone rang loudly, disturbing the silence of his office. He sat in his cozy leather chair looking over today's newspaper. It was a nice, sunny day outside, yet he felt the morning chill creeping in through the open window. The phone rang again. He closed the newspaper and carefully laid it onto the coffee table. He...
Chapter 1 Surprise, surprise, surprise Ted looked up from his computer screen at the clock that said 6:15pm and slumped back in his chair. 'Ah crap,' he thought. 'Another evening out shot to hell. Well, might as well get it over with.' He picked up the phone to call home. His wife Megan picked it up on the second ring. "Not going to make it again, are y...
The thing with these chintzy little coffee shops and thatched Tudor type tea houses is that they attract a better class of patron. One tends to tire of the 'greasy-spoon' type of establishment after a while, the transport caff, the Mc D Meggamuff joints with their coffee served in a mixing bowl sized cups, the inane chatter of airhead teens, the appalling ma...
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...
Point of View: Hers This is the second part of a three-part story that describes the same events from three different perspectives. It won't make any sense unless you have first read Point of View: His. This is a work of fiction and any similarity to actual persons or events is coincidental. "Hello, Kyong? It's me Jane. Are you somewhere where you can talk...
All characters are 18 years old or older. Sorry for the delay. While editing this piece I decided to add content to flesh things out and not leave parts of Booker's training and quests down to a simple time jump. I hope you enjoy. ***** Home Sweet Home: It only took a few hours to get Snow's tower the way I wanted it. The perpetual thunderstorm outside ke...
Molly swung open the acrylic door to the nail salon. She brushed her black bangs to the side, overlooked the place. The walls were blindingly white. A row of stations—loveseats with buckets in front—were against the far wall. Two looked to be occupied out of the ten. The salon was quiet, smelled clean of polish. After giving the salon an once-over, Molly d...
It had been a close game, but in the end Bryce had beaten me. It was late, but not overly so and we were well into the post game analysis. "So, what do I win?" he asked. I was trying to think of a witty reply when Kelly walked in. She'd sat out the game and had been in the computer room surfing the net. She smiled at Bryce and blushed slightly. "Are you gu...
Tony and Carla had been dating for four months, ever since he had saved her from serious harm when her car caught on fire. Their lovemaking was wild and passionate, and the best either of them had ever experienced in their lives. Yesterday Tony had persuaded Carla to have phone sex with him while she was in her car on the top deck of the parking garage at th...
Tanya and I have a rich fantasy life together in bed, but at the time of this story, we had yet to explore the fantasies involving other men in real life. In our day to day lives, Tanya is a successful executive and is very much in charge of her life. In bed, she can play many roles and encourages me to push her submissiveness. Our fantasies often include he...