Shortly after I turned thirty-nine my mother died suddenly of a coronary thrombosis. Dad had died seven years earlier. So since my brother Kenny, a journalist and my only sibling, was living in London at the time, and my daughter was in her second year of college, I was left alone with the task of going through my mother's things and deciding what should be...
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...
After her husband was caught tampering with evidence, Katie Hanson struck a secret deal with two of his law firm's top partners in order to let him keep his job. Part 2 "Good evening, Ms. Hanson." Inside, beyond the open door, the large room exuded luxury: leather upholstery, rich, dark mahogany walls, a marble fireplace, shelves full of crystal... the vi...
Back at the Green farm... Mary was so wrapped up in what she was doing, massaging Mac Green's back as he rested after making love to the teen, that she didn't notice that they weren't alone until she reached over for more baby oil. When she looked up and saw the couple standing in the doorway she yelped and scrambled off of her perch on the backs of the ol...
This is the fourth in my ongoing series of Batgirl stories, in which I try to explore the developing sexuality of her everyday counterpart, Barbara Gordon and her relationships with those around her, hopefully with a dash of excitement thrown in, for good measure. My grateful thanks, to all those readers who have sent me feedback containing their suggestions...
I have lived with my wife in a new city for 20 years; three weeks ago one of our neighbors for those 20 years sold his house after he got divorced. I had always admired his wife, but had not talked much with her, and didn't know there was any marital strife or I would have tried to find out if she wanted my help with "her marriage". But I am SHY. A new coup...
This is the fourth in my ongoing series of Batgirl stories, in which I try to explore the developing sexuality of her everyday counterpart, Barbara Gordon and her relationships with those around her, hopefully with a dash of excitement thrown in, for good measure. My grateful thanks, to all those readers who have sent me feedback containing their suggestions...
Good morning, folks. How's life treating you? My name is Bruce Portman and I'm a young black man from the town of Milton, Massachusetts. Many people who know me say that I am doing too much, too soon. Why? Because I'm a young man who believes in sticking up for his rights wherever he goes. I don't pay them any mind. If I were a young woman who spoke her mind...
Jim decided to keep the video of Pam and him private, but he couldn't resist showing the one guy he trusted at the office the video of Pam and Michael, so he gave a copy to Darryl. Darryl couldn't believe what he saw and was soon sending Roy out on an errand so he could call the entire warehouse into his office to replay the video. The warehouse guys left th...
Going out the door of my apartment, a two bedroom place in The Waterstone, a complex of burgundy brick buildings with white shutters amidst rolling lawns, behemoth pine trees and meandering sidewalks of serpentine rock, I wore my jogging togs: blue cotton shorts, a University of Washington tee shirt and gray trainers. As I closed the green door behind me th...