It is three o'clock on a Friday afternoon and I was not looking forward to the weekend. My wife, Kat, had endless galas and fundraisers I was supposed to go to which meant I'd get to spend the next three days watching her flirt with every man in the room and then pass out before I even got a chance to kiss her goodnight. Not that I wanted to kiss her nowaday...
She was just looking to drown her sorrows. She drained the shot in one gulp, her fifth since she'd recently arrived at the club. Her eyes scanned the sea of faces, her features hardened by her anger toward her ex. She had walked in on him just a few hours ago, found him in bed with his high school flame. She searched the crowd of dancers for just the right...
When my wife Jeannie passed away two years ago, I was devastated. Never mind that she was a beautiful woman-mind, body and soul, and just thirty-eight years old. We were happily raising two strapping, wonderful boys, aged seven and nine. I did the only thing I could do: I put their needs first. I've been mother and father, friend and advisor, doctor and teac...
This story takes place in 1978, twenty years before "The Heart Shaped Pendant." It was an early October night, a warm Indian summer indulgence. I reclined on a lawn chair in my back yard with a cold lemonade next to me, basking in the southern zephyrs wearing only my shorts. It was a night to celebrate: my latest book, an adventure novel, had just made the...
Abdullah Ali is the name and I'm a young Black Muslim gentleman of Somali descent living in the City of Mississauga, Ontario. I study Criminal Justice at the University of Toronto, and I am a proud member of the Muslim Scholars Association on campus. That's right, there are Somali men attending top institutions of higher education in Canada, and I am proud t...
"Now, surely we can work something out," Fabonita smiled down at Carol. Carol had to admit she had never cum like that in her life; by any man or by herself, nothing had turned her on like watching Fabonita dominate that small man. She couldn't deny it— she was interested. "What would I be doing?" Carol asked timidly, looking down from Fabonita's large brow...
Everyone is over the age of 18. The anticipation of her next encounter with Brian and the tiresome duties of watching the hell spawns made her tired beyond belief. The lights were off upstairs and she shambled down the steps into the forbidden room where she undoubtedly became a homewrecker yesterday. Obviously, thoughts ran through her mind and she did...
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...
It's a late Thursday night. I am sitting at the bar in my hotel after a long hard day. I'm on a business trip in Chicago and I have done nothing but work for three days straight. I haven't even spoken to my wife since I left New York on Monday. I'm still in my suit, too tired to change after a grueling day of meetings. I've just started on my third scotch of...
I was getting really tired of being single and not getting enough sex. But it's a difficult situation. You see, I'm a sexy forty-year-old woman, and while in some parts of the world that would be easy to manage, here in New York it is a royal pain in the ass. The gender dynamics just work against you, and the dating scene is horrible. It's not that hard to...