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...
Authors note: Just wanted to again mention thanks for the support. Only other thing is that it wasn't my intention to change D'Arc from being the arch-villain in the story; but seeing how Michael Clark Duncan died while I was writing this series; I chose to honour him; Rest in peace Michael; always felt you were an underappreciated actor. Sorry for that sent...
For those of you coming aboard just now I'd recommend you read Chapter One before this one as it contains all the information needed to understand the motivation and quirks of the characters. I want to thank the awesome Cloudy for editing both chapters of this story; Captain_Midnight, Vamp_Lawyer and Chagrined for the editing and proof reading of chapter on...
I am a bachelor. I must confess, that is an inauspicious note upon which to begin but it is a fact that continues to permeate through my life no matter what actions I take to circumvent it. I was born into this world with the love of two parents and subsequently the regard of a few close friends—but that is all. Not to say I have never been in love. Quite to...
The noon day sun was bright and warm as Monica Gift strolled through town. She decided to enjoy her day by showing up in town unexpectedly. Wearing skin tight white shorts that were once yoga pants but had been cut and hemmed up to be more seductive. Her craftsmanship displayed the well rounded curves of her lower butt cheeks. They almost rode up like boy sh...
April 1916 Bertangles The freezing air stung Phillip’s face as the elderly BE2c clawed its way back towards the British Lines. He tried to duck down further behind the cockpit coaming and shuffled his feet to try and restore some feeling. He was feeling nauseous from the effects of the castor oil fumes and light-headed from cold and the after-effects of the...
Marge walked around the kitchen in her old blue bathrobe, tattered for the wear, but comfortable and familiar; she used it every morning to start her day. Her house slippers, green fuzzy things that had been given to her by her kids a couple of years ago, made swishing sounds as she shuffled from the counter to the refrigerator to the table to the sink and s...
Early autumn in Indian Rocks Beach was a peaceful time. Too early for the snowbirds who routinely flock to Florida's warmer climate. Too late for the summer vacationers. And peace was just what I needed right now. The previous six months of my life had been pure hell. Stress to the 10th degree. All because the man I married turned out to be a philandering id...
Up until the last few hours I'd been waiting patiently at the Marriott Suites in Bethesda, Maryland for my contact from Washington to arrive with my money. It wasn't like Gerald Barnes to be late. If anything, he was either early or right on time. My patience was slowly turning to worry as the hours ticked slowly by. Gerald Barnes, a gentleman in his early...
My annual getaway to Minnesota was supposed to be a time of heavenly peace for me, but this time it started out like hell. In fact, even before it started things went wrong. The friend I always visited was away so I couldn't stay at his cabin. But I decided to go anyway and booked one at a little resort on a neighbor lake where I planned to hear no ring tone...