My name is Mona Freidman and I am a petite, some would say pretty, forty-five year old housewife with dark brown shoulder length hair and a reubenesque figure. I have been married to my husband Stanley for twenty-two years. My husband is average height, has short blond hair, and although he's put on a few pounds over the years he is still a very good-looking...
I would to give a special thanks to KingLeonides for his comments and feedback as I would have never wrote this, he gave me an insight that has been so helpful as he lent his time and patience after several re-writes until I was happy with this. Thanks again KingLeonides ---------------------------------------------- Taylor was a 36 year old married woman...
I recommend you read the first part of this story before reading this. This story was always intended to be in two parts. The disclaimer about the court system and law enforcement remains in effect. Cleveland still rocks! I caught her cheating Ch. 02 ... What happens now? I walked out of the restaurant and out into the street. A cab was just discharg...
- 1 - She wouldn't know that while she slept, he was coming back into her life. It had be nearly fifteen years since she had seen him last. Then she was just a child in his eyes, only fourteen, whom he called "the Brat". God, how she adored him back then, but he treated her as the kid sister he never had. She could still feel the ache in her heart wheneve...
My name is Jim Sanders. I'm 36years old, 6 foot tall, 190 pounds, brown hair and brown eyes. My wife Janet is 35 years old, 5'5", 115 pounds, 34b-23-34, brown hair and brown eyes. We met when Janet came to work as a design engineer for the same company that I had been working for as a construction foreman. I was then offered a consultant job with a large com...
It was when I was surfing 'unofficially' at work, I'd delayed just by few minutes going to my break so the office would be empty. Jenny had surprised me by coming back for her bag, and very sweetly asked if I wanted to have lunch with her and James, and Maria and Annabelle. The chance to spend some time with Annabelle was too tempting, I closed down quickly...
As you approach the address your boss gave you, you are greeted by the sight of an old warehouse. You thought that you had to have the wrong location, but you open the front door and peak in anyway just to be sure. Surprisingly, this isn't only the correct address, but it looks like much of the town has gathered here. As you slowly took a seat, you groaned a...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography, which is currently not updating. Stories after Music Box Dancer are: Return To Apple Grove, Media Matters, Swamp Frogs, Man of God. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story...
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...
Michelle breathed a sigh of relief after getting off the plane. She hated flying. The only way she could handle it was by lubricating her fears with alcohol, usually two drinks in the first ten minutes to settle down, followed by several more during the flight. On this journey from New York to Seattle, she had knocked back seven shots of Jack Daniels on the...