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...
This is a 2018 Winter Holiday Contest entry. If you enjoy the story, please consider voting. I'd like to give a very special thanks to Carlie for editing and improving the story. She was so great to work with. I truly appreciate her help. And as always, I welcome your comments, feedback and emails. I love hearing from you. Enjoy. -------- Heather le...
Nicole ran as fast as her legs could carry her. Her lungs were burning, her feet ached with every step, she was stepping on pine needles and other things, but she didn't care. She had to get away. She was slowing down and she knew that she was dead if she stopped. She had to get away; for herself and her best friend Jayne. A branch smacked her in the face...
Her Story (The following story is set in Northeast Louisiana in December 1844—the antebellum South. It is a harvest celebration. The language used is authentically Southern from the time period. All of the characters mentioned herein are between 18 and 21 years of age. This is the first of a series of stories told from both the female and the male perspecti...
Author's Note: This story was suggested by a discussion at the Story Ideas forum. * Busty Jessica and BedtimeStories sat on the edge of the hot tub, their feet in the churning water, masturbating furiously. Jessica held a large purple vibrator in her hand, and had it half inserted into her sopping wet pussy, vibrating at full speed. Her head was back, her...
WHAT IF, the One You Love Isn't the One for You? My wife and I married young, by today's standards. Her first job had been teaching 8th graders, and she hated it almost from the start, but tried to keep a good face on it. Maybe it would get better. By year three, she disliked the school, the kids and the administration, and the dislike was reciprocated. We...
Authors Foreword. This story could be another story about 'the people next door.' I have throttled back on the big words, and the sex going on does not increase the reader's heart rate. I am getting some good feedback via private. Thank you. ***** Barbara Gaston, a financial analyst for one of the nation's medium sized investment and retirement planning f...
2016 Ohio "Marie." Gaston said pointing at the two cars pulling into the motel. "One of dem must be de target." Marie smiled at her Cajun husband, looking into his eyes she wondered if they had enough time for a handjob. "Mon cher!" He snapped. "Are you listening?" "Yes, yes." She replied trying to remember the plan. "He goes into his room, you kick in...
Tale of dirty old man Ch 10 After reading the previous chapters, my best friend Karen tells me, I've achieved my ultimate goal – I am a Dirty Old Man! This is the tenth chapter in this series - I recommend you to read the previous chapters in order before this one. I can't thank Romantic1 enough for the time he spent reviewing and editing this and the pre...
"What do you mean, he's gone?!" Belle shrieked at the barman, who was already cowering in fear despite the 18-year-old girl being barely half his height. "I told you to keep an eye on him! You know he's demented, you utter....idiot!" She smacked her palm on the bar, eyes blazing with fury. "Where's he gone? Did he give any hint as to where...?" "I-I don't k...