Thanks to all who voted for my previous tale "My first time with Tammy." I have decided to commit my pre marital life to prose as some kind of reprieve from the constrictions that marriage makes so much of us feel. So what you read here is accurate to the best of my recollection, and is not aggrandized in any way. After the first story I received numerous me...
So, I was out walking my dog one day, and this woman jogged past... my imagination took off, and now I present to you another new story. I hope you enjoy it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I was walking my dog the first time I saw her. Well, that's not exactly true, but at the time I thought it was. It's true I was walking my dog, but it wasn't really the first time I s...
Hello once again everyone, I hope you've been enjoying the first few stories that I've put forward. As always, please leave a comment and review after reading this and let me know what you think, and like it if you so desire. Additionally, please feel free to leave any names in the comments who haven't yet appeared in any of my series' who you would like to...
The chronological order of my stories is at the end of the story. Let me know if you'd prefer I put it back here at the beginning. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, extreme language, and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes,...
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. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes,...
The prow of the wrecked ship hit the Kestrel with a sickening crunch. Swabs went to their knees. Riggers hung on to their ropes as they were whipped back and forth by the jarring impact. A few unlucky sailors even found themselves bowled completely over, or found themselves hanging in the air, suspended by their safety lines. Rope burn, splinters and scraped...
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...
THE FINAL: Successful small-city lawyer Ellis Jefferson (33), the illegitimate daughter of an Elliot, is unloved by many people in either family inherits a huge amount of property in the city with more to come from her great-uncle. She brings in man, Troy Gardiner, a graduate from her old university just back form seven years in South Africa, to consolidate...
Author's Note: Because this story takes place in a fantasy analogue of the Age of Sail, I am using the Imperial measurement system in all it's outdated glory. For most of you, that will mean it's hard to figure out what the weights mean. It's a way to give a rough idea of how much someone weighs without being locked down to a particular number. The ambiguity...
Eve: I didn't mind the location he named for our first scheduled meeting. Even the fact that I had to pay the cover didn't rankle nearly as much as the fact that he'd told me what to wear. Or the fact that I'd worn what he told me to. His voice had slithered over the phone, "Wear a short skirt and high heels." I'd asked, a little sarcastically, if there wa...