My friends called me Ollie, short for Olive. I was never exactly what you'd call plain looking, but I also didn't possess the goddess-like beauty of the women I saw in magazines or on TV either. I'd like to think I just hadn't fully grown into my looks yet. I was on the cusp of that shift when girls became women; at eighteen something of a late bloomer unlik...
The next week flew by, work, eat, talk, and making love. Sometimes some nice, clean, dirty sex. All with the woman I had secretly hoped to find again since my high school days. Darejani had been my secret love back then, and I was hers. We were in love back then, but in a relatively chaste way. We kissed as much as we could, but because of her very strict Ir...
Chapter 9 Who I am Cry myself to sleep... Yes... That is what I ended up doing after I'd left Veronica naked and in the arms of my friend Reg Morgan... Left her there in his house no less than 800ft away, there left for him to fuck and play with as we'd arranged in this new direction we had taken in our relationship, adding some 'spice' and trying somethin...
All of my writing is fiction and the stories and characters are all products of my imagination. They were created for my fun and, hopefully, your enjoyment. Some of the events in the stories are not particularly condoned nor encouraged by the author but are there to create and enhance the story of the imaginary characters and their lives. Comments are always...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is 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...
Hi! Thank you for reading my story. A couple of points to know: I don't like writing wank porn. I want to write full-fleshed stories with plot, character, drama and tension. This is chapter 3 of what I hope will be a long ongoing story, but I will only write additional parts if people want to read them. Events in this chapter pick up immediately after the...
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. You need to read chapters 1 & 2 to get background on the characters and story. This story has grown in scope from the idea I had when I wrote Chapters 1 & 2 last year, so there is a lot of story development in these next few chapters, and the chapters g...
The last two weeks at the rehab facility were brutal; there's no other word for how rough it was. I had to learn to get around on crutches with a cast still on my left wrist while dragging around my right leg in a long cast, and a surgical boot on my right foot. Almost any pressure on the right foot was a new experience in pain, both in the foot and up the l...
A nice quick short story about new love, this one kind of snuck up on me. I hope you enjoy reading about Carter and Kat as much as I enjoyed writing it. As always, please leave me a comment, I love to her what you think. Dirk Tanner was a sleazy private eye who drank too much scotch, had a sometimes-reformed hooker as a receptionist, and a running love hate...
Our night was cut short for the usual reason. Jenny and I got into a fight. It was becoming a regular thing the last six months. We had seven good years of marriage, but the last 8 years things had steadily turned cold between us and the last six months were one fight after another. We had been growing apart for years. She resented giving up her job when she...