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...
"I'm having a pool party this Saturday. You're invited." Surprised, I stammered a thanks. "I'll be there." "Starts at two, bring a friend if you want. And don't forget your swim suit." The invite was from Bill, my boss! Steve and Mike said they were also going. "There will probably be about thirty or so people," Steve added. "Some bring wives or girlfrie...
Chapter Ten After her abortive meeting with John, Carol drove fifty yards along the road and stopped the car. Then she allowed herself to cry. She had held it all back as he coldly destroyed her hopes and dreams. She had misunderstood him when he asked for proof of her story. She thought he meant that if she could prove that she was taken in by Liam and he...
"Oh grandmother, I still can't believe it!" The young blonde haired woman exclaimed as she gushed with excitement. "Two days from now I'm going to be in Europe." "Well its nothing that you don't deserve." The older woman smiled back. "I'm very proud of you, and all that you've accomplished." "I don't think mother would agree with you on that." Jenny D'Ange...
About two weeks after my nude modeling for the photography class the girls took, my girlfriend, Anne Marie, and her bffs, Becky and Bridget, and I got together over drinks at our favorite pub. We squeezed into one of the booths along the back wall and ordered pints from Trish, our favorite waitress. When the drinks arrive, Becky lifts her glass for a toast....
It was a cold and gray November day and I was standing in a vacant lot in Chicago, the damp wind chilling me to the bone as I took in my surroundings. Small chunks of burnt wood and soot-stained dry wall combined with bits of broken glass to litter the ground while little bits of lightweight trash skipped through the lot, pushed by the incessant wind. I...
Sorry, another story that just stops. The Substitute You know there are occasions in your life when for a brief moment your instincts tell you that something is wrong, out of whack... quite definitely not kosher. Later... on reflection you realize that -- had you had a ha'p'orth of sense in your head, you would have run; scarper'd; get the hell out of Dodg...
I'd like to tell you about something that happened two years ago. It started as a series of the most embarrassing and awkward situations I have experienced. They then lead to the most erotically charged week of my life. My name is Dave and at the time I was 28 and still single. I had been engaged once but that fizzled out when we realised that we just could...
I met Helen when she was twenty-two and I a couple of years older. We quickly moved in together and shared a flat for a year before deciding to get married. With both of us at the start of our careers, money was tight so Helen made the suggestion that we delay our honeymoon for five years. "We can't afford much now but in five years we should both be on good...
Note: I am sorry about the second part of this story. I will never use a beta reader again. I will master the commas Master, is not an easy role for me. My mistress required more than an apology. I kneel at the keyboard, as I write. * The ship slowly approached the island. Sandra and Mary were on the second deck. They were in the dinning room, with the res...