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...
The line of mourners moved slowly, with each person having their moment to pay their respects to the late Gerald Dunleavy. Me, I didn't care about Gerald Dunleavy. The guy was a proper bastard in life, so why pay him any respect in death? Instead, I was here because I needed a few days away from my crumbling life. It seemed like a good opportunity to return...
Written by Jakewho69 Edit by Willyb (This is a wimp story so if you don't like them get out now. ) My name is Joe Klien and the wife is Jane. I'm a bricklayer while Jane works in an insurance office. We have two kids under the age of eight. Our mother's baby-sat while we work. The grand parents work it out as to who has the free time to baby sit between t...
Please read 'How high a Price?' in the Loving Wives section by The Troubador before reading this ending. This is my meager attempt to take this drama a step further. Susan wept for release. Her mind was reeling replaying what she knew happened, with what Early, her injured husband, had just said. Guilt and fear were tensing her stomach with a knot of pai...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the sixth in a continuing series of stories about what is essentially a very high-class prostitution business in Asia, with the headquarters in Manila. 'Rocky' is the chief – you could call him a pimp in other circumstances – of the very large consortium which includes operations in many Asian countries. Although each section can stan...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any characters or events that are vaguely familiar to you are completely coincidental. Might I add that if anyone you know is as vague as the characters in this story that you may want to get out more. Everyone in this story is eighteen years or older, and yes, even the cat. Author's note: First submission! This is...
CHAPTER 1 In the relative stillness of mid-morning, with most people gone to work, or school or to the mall, Freddie Lusk scratched greying hair on his chest, hitched up his briefs and went to the laundry window to peer out between the curtains, having heard voices. He knew what it would be, yet another couple looking at the unsold house next-door. Yes, i...
We pulled up to the valet stand outside of the Hyatt Regency Plaza, Tower One. As I got out of the car, the valet opened Beth's door. She handed him the keys but stayed behind the wheel until I had come around to her door and offered her my hand. As she got out of the car the dress she was wearing rode up and flashed the valet and myself a very generous view...
"Hello," Miss K said as she answered the phone. "Where are ya? You're gonna be here in 5? Alright. You got the address for IHOP, right? OK, See ya in a bit. Bye." "So is this girlfriend of yours on her way?" Jennifer chimed in. "I mean if she doesn't exist, this is Vegas after all." Miss K laughed just as she was about to pick up her menu, pounding the tab...
From the Author: This is my first experience working with an editor. I am now a firm believer. Short version: if you think you are pretty literate and know what you're doing, you are a prime candidate for editorial help. BluMoonChild, a fan of my first stories, generously offered her editorial talent after reading my first efforts. I owe her a debt of gratit...