"Jill has a butterfly tattoo right alongside her snatch." Brent whispered to me, the first moment he got me off to the side. He had a big smirk on his face. I looked at him in shock, the world turned red. My reaction was without thinking. He must have seen it coming because he did try to turn his head, but it wasn't enough. Down he went, right through the...
After re-connecting with some old friends over the past year and celebrating the holidays with a few of them, we began to reminisce about some of our adventures during the seasons past. I then decided to write some of mine down and share them with you. I hope that you enjoy reading about them almost as much as I did living them...and remembering them. These...
(Dear Readers, As I am trying to complete Adorable Woman – Part II, this story came up as one, which a maid told the mother. This couldn't be included in the main story, as it is too long as a side story. So, I am publishing this story as an independent one. I do hope you like it and vote. I apologise to a specific section of readers who do not like using B...
So what WAS the moral of the story? He suggested several possibilities: --Don't be a heavy drinker. --Heredity outweighs everything else. --You can't trust anyone, even members of your family. --Stamina is very important. I don't know which of these is right, or whether any of them is the best. I came up with another one on my own. Let me tell you the s...
Amy Baxter smoothed the sides of her duo-patterned primarily light green tight skirt, recently purchased from Anthropologie, as she viewed her reflection in the full length light-surrounded mirror on her walk-in closet door. The lines forming on her forehead and the edges of her eyes didn't please her, but she knew them to be visible only because of the high...
It was early morning and the fog was rising, leaving a vale of white, halfway above the path and throughout the rest of the woods. Beth took a deep breath, enjoying the smell of the moist grass. The sun cast beautiful shadows on the ground, as the rays streamed through the trees; which is one of the reasons she loved to walk at this time in the morning. It w...
1. I hate golf! There I said it. But with a smile and a gracious thank you, I now find myself standing outside on God's green grass, under God's blue sky trying to hit a tiny ball as far as possible. 'Fit in with your flock. Let them know you are a man of god, but also a man of the people.' These wise words came from Father Drake as I stepped out of seminar...
This is a Nude Day contest story. Please vote. In honor of Nude Day, a divorced man changes his lifestyle in the hope of winning a woman. * I watched her stripping out of her clothes not believing what I was seeing. Not since I saw my wife kissing another man did I feel such shocked surprise and sexual excitement. Even though we were friends and even thou...
Authors note: This story has two endings. I wrote the story and then my proofreader said it needed a different ending. Actually what she said that she saw the possibility of multiple endings, but I'm too lazy for that. But, since I have the screaming hots for the lady and want nothing more than to have her sit on my face I thought I'd better give her somethi...
This story is part of an ongoing series. 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...