Ravi took the elevator for his apartment at the twenty first floor. As he punched the keys another white European women entered the lift, wearing a wet bikini. She punched the eighteenth floor and started rubbing her wet hairs with the towel hung over her shoulder. Ravi gawked her curvaceous body and watched her ample ass barely covered by the tiny bikini bo...
Here's the last part if anyone is still out there. 11 DOTS MERGE. On the third day of the third month, on my birthday, and on the birthdays of my sisters and of all our children, I passed Jerry his third son. I admit I felt a bit silly in the pink sheer nighty, but hey. Jerry was so proud he cooed like a dove. I glanced down toward Pinkie's bed and s...
I must give credit to my editor SlaveGirl70. She was a vital contributor to this story, and corrected many blunders on the part of the author. I can't thank her enough. Daunti ***** On The Road Again An Exercise in Middle Aged Fantasy Tim had been driving alone for nearly six hours. He'd stopped for gas and a cup of coffee about thirty minutes ago,...
She didn't move. She was the quiet eye of a swirling storm. The low afternoon sun diffused her slim silhouette, creating a halo around her hair. She wore a dark business jacket over a tight skirt that left her knees and calves free to run all the way down to her heeled pumps. The sun made elongated shadows run away from her feet; they seemed to extend her...
Thanks to 'LadyCibelle' and 'Techsan' for editing my story. Regardless of content, they take the time to do a great job of editing. To the readers: Before you tear me and my story apart, I need to tell you that every now and then we writers, if I may call myself a writer, think about dark things in life like everyone else. We want to write about them but so...
**Starts slow, told by husband, heats up fast!** Chapter One My wife is a cute petite sexy gal in her mid 50s now, this all happened only a few years ago, not long after she turned fifty. She works in a small office. Most of the office is away most of the time (sales and related activities) and the two other people with her in the office most are the bos...
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...
*Note to readers: After writing The Agreement, I had several people email me and ask why I don't go full time. The answer is very simple: I like being a guy. I only want to be a girl part-time. I've never had any interest in being a woman, and any thoughts along that line were completely dispelled after going on a cruise with a former boyfriend. Whenever I...
She changed how we did things, it was scary and exciting. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or persons, living or dead. Everyone in this story is over 18 years old at the time this story takes place. This story should not be read by...
There I sat in front of the television, pretending to be interested in the baseball game. It was Saturday afternoon; Jane and I had just finished eating the roast beef meal that she had prepared. While she was busy putting the dishes away I was looking at the game but much of the time, when she was not looking my way, I was observing her. Jane is an attract...