Prologue 1969 A Funeral Anjelica Harris narrates I was late. I had flown in direct from Washington DC, leaving at first light and landed in Conrad, MT, mid morning. I called a cab which got me to the church, which was completely packed, standing room only, every single seat taken. That was only to be expected, of course, Joe Harris was always the most po...
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...
The alarm clock was going off way too early, and I struggled to find the snooze button. By the time I found it, it was too late; I was awake. I hated most mornings, and this one was no different. I'm not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination. But the internal struggle to get out of bed that morning seemed much more difficult. For starters, it...
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Disclaimer: There's a lot of tags this story deserves. Mature, reluctance, cuckolding, SPH, impregnation, D/S, the use of "daddy" and, the reason it's filed under interracial raceplay. There's some slurs directed at Asian people here. This is not a sweet story. It's not about love or kindness or respect. It's about domination, humiliation and rough sex. If...
This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned. You can do wrong while trying to do right. Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells. Thanks to NM for his help with Magyar terminology and titles and Budapest advice. There is a bit of mangling of the I...
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The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Bl...
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