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...
"That's it. Fuck them!" Gillian said softly. We were in the backroom of our workplace. She was sitting on a stack of pallets as I fucked her tits. She wore the perfect shirt for tit fucking tonight. The bright orange work shirt was cut extra low, she was wearing the perfect bra that pushed her huge tits upwards. The result was an extreme amount of cleavage....
My mom, Charlotte, was the owner of The Fan, a popular sports bar where I earned extra money for my college classes working as a busboy. She decided to promote me to a managerial position, and as such, we put out an ad for a new busboy to fill my old position. My mother went through potential applicants, and to my horror, the last person interviewed was Todd...
The patient had been in the custody of Rubymoon for a little over four months. It had been some time since anyone had thought of it as "Dr. Smith". A C note had played hours ago, indicating the patient should be still. It knelt in the center of the room, staring blankly, not daring to so much as scratch an itch lest it provoke the buzzer. The patient was a...
I can feel you watching me. Hanging out the washing on the drier, I have to admit, has become much more interesting of late. For one thing, I've started choosing my wardrobe more carefully. Today's ensemble includes black hipster jeans and a tight, slightly see through black top over my small, bra-less breasts, finished off with a sheer whale-tail thong, br...
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...
-Sage- I woke up the next morning and felt absolutely amazing. My body felt relaxed and stimulated at the same time, if that was even possible. I could not remember a time when I've ever felt more at peace with the world, that is, until I opened my eyes. Shane had his left arm and leg draped over my naked body, pinning me down. I felt the disgust grip my th...
Claire was a 39 year old manager with dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and she always wore it in a bun with a business skirt and matching top at a successful business. She was smart, strict, and hard working from only receiving an associate's degree in business. Everyday Claire would come in late and snap her fingers at Brooke a 25 year old recent graduate...
The address on Mick's registration papers was more like I had imagined a Lamborghini would be parked. Warburton was a chic coastal village built upon and between a series of hills running perpendicular to the coastline, giving a tightly rolling look to the town. It had many beaches stretching long and golden before a deep blue sea; one run of hills extended...
Heather brought the first bite of the salmon to her mouth. Why had she done it? Why had she allowed this man to virtually order dinner for her? Yes, she supposed it was his role as Captain to recommend items on the menu to guests. He had probably done it many times before. But his tone of voice. She doubted it was the same. And why did the very idea of him...