My name is Ned and am a free-lance accountant. One of my more recent clients is a small independent sales firm, which is accustomed to subcontract certain professional services such as mine for short periods of time. I'm not even called there every day. They hired me in order to take the reports from their salespersons and produce financial statements for or...
©2011 1946EW Gregg Owens was smiling broadly as he reached under the table and brought out the 2 X 4. As he held the polished 3 ft. hickory slab, most of the other party goers of his firm also begin smiling, most with shit-eating grins. Eyes flitted from Maude Roukema, the sexagenarian bookkeeper, to Rodney Skelton, the 19-year old office boy. Rod was not s...
Author's Note: The following story is complete fiction. I'm not related to, or affiliated with, any characters depicted in this story. I sincerely hope everyone enjoys reading it. A sincere and heartfelt 'Thank You' to LadyVer. She graciously edited this story, despite a busy and demanding professional schedule, and her edits, recommendations, and feedback...
The Morning After: Scott slowly awoke to his cock being stroked. Relishing the smooth skin pressed to his back, the silky leg thrown over his, and the lips nibbling at the nape of his neck, he was surprised that his wife was this amorous in the morning. Susan was no prude, but she also was not the sexual aggressor in their marriage. Indeed, their first sexu...
(Part Two of Red Ribbons) "Fuck! God damn it!" Karen Jones slammed the phone down, shattering the earpiece. "What, what's the matter?" Elliot, her husband, slid into the kitchen still wearing his socks. "That bitch Kimi just quit, and isn't coming!" Her glasses started to steam as she ranted. "It's a good thing no one else could make it," her rage turned...
Here's the next installment. I'm sorry it's a little late getting out, real life got in the way for a while. I hope I got the Guinness right this time. Thanks as always to my editor Dawn. You're such a dear for sticking with me, also Misty and Miss Cullen for your guidance on the critics. Please enjoy the story, and don't forget to vote. * For quite some t...
This story is mostly fiction but there are a few small bits that come from facts from my past. You can decide which parts are real etc. --------------- I had been married for a number of years to a woman that demanded everything of me and returned little. She would at times appear so loving toward me publicly but once we were alone she would change into a...
This is a work of fiction, reproduced exactly as it was sent, in installments, to my own cyber lover. She knows who she is; my inspiration, my muse, my angel! While this remains fiction, I live in hope... Comments welcome * It had been a 2 hour flight from Birmingham to Hannover. You had had 2 Malibus on the flight, so you were feeling warm and relaxed, a...
Hector sat across the desk, looking morose and unhappy. His jeans and jean jacket were streaked with dirt. His shoulder length black hair was tangled, with fragments of leaves in it. The principal said, "You really did it today. They say you started the fight." "He started it, the tall white kid. Called me a dago. I decked him." His dark eyes stared at Ral...
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...