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...
It had been a confusing Sunday. After awakening and finding Maggie, Sandy and my date from Saturday night, in Tiffany's bed pleasuring her both orally and with the help of Sandy's 8" dildo, I had yelled at my mother-in-law, Hazel, to mind her own business over the phone. I had watched as the three ladies pleasured each other in our king size bed and not gott...
December 23 ~~~~~~~~~~~ Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!" At the sound of the baritone request, coming from the vicinity of the freshly snow-plowed driveway entrance, Blue Waters jumped practically an inch. It wasn't so much that jumping an scant inch in startled surprise was a big deal, it was the jumping an inch while perched near the topmost run...
"Hello, old friend." It's a line that had been used for years between Sarah and I. It allowed us to know, in the first seconds of a conversation, that we were still on good terms. In this case, it was the first conversation in two years between us. It was good to know that we were still good friends. Even though Sarah and I had dated in high school, the fa...
Note from Jake Rivers, This is my eighth semi-annual "invitational." The current effort consists of stories based on songs by Frank Sinatra, Ol' Blues Eyes. Please read the stories and give feedback to the participating authors. Unless I'm convinced otherwise, I'll probably stop after the tenth invitational. Regards, Jake To the readers: I chose 'My Way'...
"The gruesome ghoul, the grisly ghoul, without the slightest noise,Waits patiently beside the school, to feast on girls and boys..." -"The Ghoul," Jack Prelutsky *** The first time the Night People came for Amina she was six years old, and it was Valentine's Day, and also her birthday. She stayed up late that night with a flashlight, looking at the Valen...
Author's note: I had trouble figuring out how to end Part One: Reconciliation, BTB, or kill the victim? I chose the latter but later I had an idea for a sequel. Here it is. You will probably need to read Shame, Shame, Shame first. As always, hope you enjoy. ***** Sheila lay in her bed crying. The guilt of causing her husband Kurt to commit suicide made the...
A few years ago I started a story called ‘My Parents Run a Porn Studio, I loved writing it and had so much fun over the years writing it, however it had far too many tangents and I had too many bad ideas for it. I have decided to start again with it, hope you like :) It's been a long day at work, only 18 and I was already tired of work, luckily I was able t...
Sweat coated my forehead as the sun burned high above. Being a Brit abroad, I wanted to be shirtless with a cold beer, but was instead forced to wear a dark funeral suit with black tie. It was the first time I had visited the small Island paradise that my wife of seven years grew up on. I had wanted to come earlier but my wife had always had reasons not to g...
It was raining as I woke up. The smell of summer rain saturated the motel room. As the dark morning light came rushing through the window, I caught a glance of myself in the empty wine bottle next to my bed. Beside the bottle was $350 in 50's. It was gone in a couple minutes as a busty mature woman got dressed and picked up the money. I didn't know who she w...