Nancy jogged naked on the treadmill. She was miserably hot. Sweat beaded on every inch of her skin. Her bare feet were sore from thudding on the deck of the machine. Her breasts hurt slightly from the bouncing, but she did not stop. Across her bedroom, Nancy could see herself in the mirror. That same mirror had, twenty years ago, reflected the sexiest li...
Clueless, absolutely clueless, I was. Didn't even have an inkling and I would have continued to have lived in ignorance if it hadn't been for that blasted leaking factory roof. I loved that sodding woman, my wife Pat, and I would have given my life for her in a heartbeat if I had to. And to have our life together ended in such a cliché, well the heartbreak...
I apologize for taking so long with this. I'm just not as accomplished at writing as some on here, unfortunately. A huge shout out to my Editor, Mystique, for saving me from grammar and punctuation purgatory. Any errors are mine since I tinkered with it after editing. ***** Jessie had no idea who was behind her. She hoped upon hope that it was Rob. She t...
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...
This is a submission for the Summer Lovin' Contest, so please vote. Author's Note: Due to a medical condition, I use a talk to text program which isn't always accurate. As always, if you spot any errors please consider volunteering as an editor to help me produce more work. Special thanks to my wife mrssecondsamuel and larry74403 for editing. ""Oh god,...
(In the 1950s it was Coopers Jockey Y Fronts that were the fashion statement in male underwear. Goggle, and explore what I mean. They were high waisted. They did not sit on the man's hips but rode higher than the navel. A big Y shaped opening on the front was their hallmark. Elastic kept the legs tight- until they got old and worn and the elastic became infi...
Sequel to What are the odds? Dear reader. This is set in Australia. We spell colour, with a 'u'. We have arses. We are sometimes arses. OK, most of the time we are arses. 'Shit' is one of our most versatile words. 'Fuck' is punctuation and sometimes 'Cunt' is a diminutive sobriquet. "Naw, lookit the little cunt." I'm sorry in advance for the legwork you may...
Chapter 22 ** Monday morning, too damn early ** I don't know anyone who's a big fan of Monday mornings, but I have taken a liking to waking up most mornings. Generally, I awaken with my morning wood gently held between the supple butt cheeks of my voluptuous, over-sexed best friend and lover... and as of last night, full-fledged business partner. The girl...
Mr Computer Cleaner Pt 4 The setting is a small city in New Zealand. The hero with the odd name of Dio falls into an usual occupation that connects him to an assortment of offbeat characters; it becomes apparent that Dio is enjoying a life richer in many ways than most people around him. Dio is between girlfriends when he meets a damsel in distress on the...
Chapter 2: Entropy and Sorrow's Kiss Alan Burnett listened to an oldies radio station, an AM station that had been around since a year longer than forever - and that had a play-list that seemed comfortably lost in the seventies. Steely Dan was still Reelin' In The Years, and the cop sat in the air conditioned Dodge Police Interceptor, his thumbs drumming aw...