CHAPTER 1 Peeling apples, Jess Jason, looking down the driveway, called, "Mom Billie's coming up the driveway now and she'd got someone with her... a guy." "What guy?" Nancy asked, coming into the kitchen. Her younger daughter didn't know and so didn't answer. "I asked you a question." Not answering, Jess smiled and continued peeling while looking down...
As always, thank you to my wonderful editors, LadyCibelle and Techsan, for making my story a much better read. * I'm a man that did most of it wrong and I'm paying for it now. I married young to my girlfriend at the time. We were both barely twenty years old but she got pregnant and we got married. Two years later we had our second child; they were two of...
Author's note: I know that I tried to challenge myself with getting this one out to everyone in one week. But, being born when I was, I was double whammied with both my birthday and Father's Day, so my schedule piled up quickly! On top of which, I had already finished this chapter once, but lost nearly the whole damn thing a freak accident! Thankfully, I h...
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...
I have hemmed and hawed about writing a LW story. From glancing at many LW stories there is a large male audience here and I hope that perhaps a female voice might be welcomed by some. Each Winter, a group of old girlfriends get together in a country cottage to escape our families. We drink too much red wine, eat too much chocolate and laugh around an open f...
This story follows on from the last with our divorcee again succumbing to her urges. Whilst it's not entirely necessary to read the first part. The story will make more sense if you do. * I'd thought I was done with my aunt's former house after what I'd described in the first part of this story. Where I'd had to deal with emptying her house and had an espe...
INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER: Have you ever been door-knocked by a hot Jehovah's Witness? Would you like to travel back in time to the 1980s? Do you like to read girl-on-girl stories involving characters from different racial backgrounds? Would you be interested in reading erotica involving a pretty albino girl and a great-looking guy? If you answered yes to a...
Sadie wasn't exactly bored. It was a gorgeous day and the whole of it stretched in front of her to do anything she wanted. The Old Fisherman had rolled out at the crack of dawn and she had the coffeepot on timer so she didn't even have to get up. He was working on Brian's "Saint Marie" today, so he would be busy until dusk and pooped when he got home. A big...
Note: This is part 4 of a much longer story. I would encourage you to read the first 3 parts. ***** Chapter 23 Maybe it was just me, but Michelle always looked damn sexy first thing in the morning, her dark, wavy hair asserting itself and her puffy eyelids heavy with sleep. I awoke early Thursday to the sight of her standing beside my bed, looking at me w...
(It was 1892 and I, David Shaw, then aged 19 joined 'Maynard and Son, Purveyors to Gentlewomen and the Aristocracy' on Upper Richmond Road, Putney. The job involved providing 'underskirt services' to single women. This was my third day with the firm) *** That evening, back at Maynard's I met another fellow who told me that he'd just returned from an 'over-...