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 used only for the literary purposes of t...
Andrew zoomed in and focused the lens of his video camera on the two women walking down the sidewalk. One was blonde, the other brunette. Both of them were dressed in short skirts and were very attractive. The women carried shopping bags under their arms as they strolled happily past the many stores that lined the strip mall. Andrew knelt down on one knee...
"Huh? It's closing?" a confused Ms. Evans asked the gym receptionist. "Yeah. We were shocked too," the receptionist solemnly said. "We're moving locations and the new gym is unfortunately located on the other side of the city." "So, today's the last day y'all are open?" "Yes. We'll be open until around 5 a.m. tomorrow when the movers start coming in for t...
Ms. Evans finished tying her hair into a ponytail before doing a final run down of her house. Once the lights were off, she sat on the couch in the dark with her phone illuminating on her face. She pulled up her memos, which contained a title that read "SUMMER VACATION". "Looks like the first house is near the beach," Ms. Evans thought to herself. Ms. Evan...
"Seven Days of Milking" [Day 1] "Ah! Olivia!" Kenny's mother said to Ms. Evans upon opening the door. "Do you think you could start with the upstairs today? That needs the most cleaning." "Sure thing!" Ms. Evans said. Ms. Evans walked in and went straight up stairs. She placed her cleaning equipment down in the bathroom and pretended to wipe down the sin...
"So, who's this guy coming over today?" Ms. Evans asked. "His name is Joel. He and my son used to go to school together. He's in need of some extra money, so I asked him to come by and help with your garden today," Ms. Jones asked. "That's not all, from what my son said, he's supposed to be a massive pervert who's never gotten laid." "I see now. So you wan...
"It's been a while since you were over, huh?" Ms. Evans said to Kenny. "Yeah. We've either been going at it at my house or someone else's," Kenny said back. Kenny walked in to Ms. Evans's living room and immediately noticed her couch was gone. "Did you get rid of your couch?" Kenny asked her. "Oh, no," she replied. "I just moved it over here for today."...
Sorry this last chapter has been so long in coming. Keeping the family business going in Mr. Obama's economy has not been easy. * Monday morning after the infamous Halloween party, Brian Cunningham left his last class of the morning and headed toward the frat house for lunch. Walking across the quad, he heard a mature female voice from behind. Turning towa...
This relatively short story is inspired by an article that I read on, you guessed it, the internet. People seem determined to share the most intimate of their personal lives with others on the internet. It does provide a degree of anonymity so that they can tell the story that they feel compelled to spill. This story is a bit of a sad story since it involves...
(The following arc happens before Nick is introduced.) "Happy Meadows housekeeping!" Ms. Evans said as she rang the doorbell. Within a few seconds, she was let in by a middle-aged Caucasian woman. "Come right on in!" she said. Ms. Evans looked at the interior of the house. It was your average two-story with a living room on the right, kitchen/dining room...