[NOTE: The character named Anamaria in the first chapter has had her name changed to Arianna. Often in the course of writing a long story, a better, more appropriate name suggests itself as the character develops. Such was the case here, as 'Arianna' conveys a womanliness and level of sophistication that the more youthful 'Anamaria' doesn't suggest.] * The...
(Note: A friend of mine in Hong Kong who loves wearing pantyhose, in particular in her office, recently asked me to write a story about her and her pantyhose in her office. Here is what I wrote to her.) My boss asked me to visit your company in order to negotiate a contract, and, as things go, I wound up in a meeting where you participated, among several...
Chuck and Petra lived in our leased housing building in Neckargartach, a suburb of Heilbronn, Germany. Chuck was a surveyor in an artillery unit, one of those "low density" jobs. That means he was the only person with that specialty in his unit. He was a small guy with an average build, and very meek, almost submissive. He married a German girl named Petra...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = There is no way slave missy can win this lottery. This is the story of a young woman's conviction as a terrorist and what happens to her when she is sentenced to penal slavery. Penal slavery is not impossible. The Thirteenth and Fourteenth Amendments to the Constitution of the United States of America do NOT prohibit...
My pre naming party was held in the nightclub where Mistress Solange and many of her Shemale friends, performed. They sat at a private table but I had to stand as I was wearing a creation of Mistress Tia's. A spun sugar, almost gauze like confection held up only by the gold rings piercing my nipples and navel. The lime green bikini was almost transparent and...
Chapter 4: *end of the beginning* "I've been studying aromatherapy for over a year now" I informed her, lighting a candle as she sat on the bed pouring another drink. "Really!" she blurted out in total amazement, looking up to scrutinise me closely. "No kidding" I replied, looking down & taking a hefty swig of the vodka with a nod of thanks. "You're full...
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...
Josh sat on his parents front porch and watched the children running back and forth, talking and laughing. As each child, or group of children, came up the sidewalk dressed in their halloween finery he offered them candy for their treats. This was one of his favorite nights of the year although what he was doing tonight wasn't as enjoyable as the night he or...
"Honey, I've been thinking..." This is one of the phrases that instantly gets a husband's attention. It sits right up there with "honey we have to talk" which means "I'm pissed off at you, or "I've done something you won't like," or "does this dress look good on me" which is always an attempt to either get you to tell her she's the most gorgeous hunk of wom...
I had been home from work for over an hour when my wife Karen came home. "Honey I want you to meet someone, " she called out. Strolling into the living room I received the shock of my life, when Karen introduced her knew friend. "This is Jan, we met at the gym. Jan this is my husband Steve. Jan just transferred in from New York." "I've heard a lot about...