Of all the devices used by poets to add impact, emphasis or emotion to their words, rhyme seems to be the most popular and also the most mishandled. Nothing can destroy a poem for a reader quicker than poorly handled rhyme. While rhyme can add a certain dignity or classical beauty to a poet's words, it often times can make the most dynamic and powerful ver...
Chapter Three - Flashing Us Her Panties Again It was a small Boston, Roman Catholic neighborhood, where I grew up, where everyone knew you, where everyone gossiped about everyone, and no one could hide anything from anyone, that is, except for Kathleen. She lived alone at the end of a dead end street that many of the locals didn't even know or forgot existe...
A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years. Chapter Twenty-Three. 2003. Part B. (September.) Simon, mid-twenties. Night Porter. I expected to have completed my assignment by mid-afternoon at the latest so despite the distance hadn't bothered to book overnight accommodation. The litigation turned out to be a far more complex c...
I'm not patient. Those who know me best describe me as a determined overachiever. I put myself through school, run my own business, and just bought my first house - and I just turned 25. I'm only truly happy when I'm in control - the main reason I knew I had to go into business for myself, rather than settling for working for someone else. I'm a stickler for...
She had been flirting with me for five years. Though I was sorely tempted again and again, I had been trying to avoid an entanglement, while remaining friends and colleagues. And now I found myself in the back of an UberBLACK car on the way to the airport with my right hand between her legs, my middle finger deep in her warm wet pussy, my thumb thrumming h...
I've been reading the stories here for quite some time, and wanted to write one. This series is my first attempt. Thanks for reading. Prologue "At least it's a new hotel," he thought as he clicked the submit button to make his reservation. He bought the plane ticket earlier; he made the car reservation online as well. Jack trained clients for a large sof...
Dearest Little Fish, You are, and always will be, the most amazing girl. I will never forget you. You told me once that your mom still had a lot of her old love letters from when she was a teenager. That's a treasure. There's nothing I can keep, because you and I were a secret. We had love letters, cards from birthdays and Valentines, lots of little notes...
I thought it would hurt. I thought I would hate it. Now here I lay face down with my husband's thick cock filling my bowels. He had just ejaculated in my rectum for the first time and he lay still on my back – but I could feel his cock jumping and twitching with aftershocks in my tube. I had bite marks on both shoulders. We had only been married a week when...
Arrival Day About an hour into our 3-hour drive, the sun broke through a four-day autumn gloom and lit up a dazzling display of autumn color. My wife, Sophie, and I had lucked out as the next three days promised to be crisp and cool in the evenings and warm and sunny during the day for our fall getaway. It seems that money had always been too tight to take...
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...