I adjusted the dimension of the wall on the computer monitor in front of me. I glanced up at the TV screen when I heard the news anchor talking about a murder committed in nearby Ocala. The first thing I saw was a long view showing Sally, my wife, and David, my best friend, stepping from a motel door in the background. She had left work early to do some shop...
Entered in the Winter Wonderland series WHO SHOT FATHER CHRISTMAS? A FESTIVE FARCE Manny Bertoni was suffering from a heavy head cold and his glowing mercury-red nose was becoming very sore and tender to the touch from his continual wiping with an increasingly wet and rough cotton handkerchief. He hated winter weather with a vengeance, a word which was ent...
I love women's bodies; I have always loved the female form in all its elegance and beauty. I love to look at it, to touch it, to make love to it and to worship its celestial majesty. A lesbian friend of mine once described her feelings for the female anatomy in that way, and so from that point of view I guess I'm a lesbian too.... Just for clarification, I a...
I'm talking to myself again. So what? Who else would listen? God, it hurts. It hurts so bad. I knew it was coming. But there's no way I could have prepared for this. The pain's deep down inside my fucking chest. The feeling of emptiness is unreal. The loneliness. I'm gonna lose it. I just know I'm gonna lose my mind. They're going to put me away somewhere....
I rarely write in the third person, so this story is an experiment for me. My thanks to Jeriscol for his editing and education about the commas and semicolons. * Marybeth stomped down the street trying to vent her anger. Brad had pissed her off every day this week, setting a new record for his insensitivity and selfishness. Moreover her wrist hurt where h...
Thank you mollycactus! It's great to work with you. You are the best!! This story is dedicated to Susan D. She has inspired me with her submissive fantasies. She heartily approves of this fantasy. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imaginat...
Apologies to readers who are waiting on the next chapter of "Anjali's Red Scarf". I'm still working on it but it's coming slowly, so in the meantime here's something rather different that's been sitting in my drafts folder for a while. ***** "So," I said to Sigrid, "we're cutting our travel budget but increasing training. By the way, have I mentioned how g...
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 wrote this months ago for Oscar but never published it. Now I see that he has convinced a few others to write similar stories. I was asked to publish it. Irene's New Boss As I rode along in the crowded bus bunched with the other passengers into downtown Barcelona, in my mind, I was going over the conversation I had last night with my husband and was gett...
I remember three moments from before I became the naked, crawling pet of two alien women. The first was hiking through a remote forest in Canada with my best friend when we emerged into a clearing and the alien's beam pulled us up to their ship. The silence as the beam lifted us was eerie; we each tried to scream and shout but nothing would pass from our lip...