People always tell you to be yourself. And you should. But not for the sentimental reasons you see splashed across some nymphette's Instagram feed. No, you need to live your life your way because whatever life you live, you have to live it. Whatever fallout comes from the actions you take, you have to deal with them. If you let other people make your decisio...
My name is Philippa, I prefer to be known as Pippa and it is also my work name; I am a Sex Worker not a prostitute. How did I become a sex worker? My boss got me into it; this is my story. It all started after I left college and managed to get my first proper job in back office sales; effectively on a minimum wage plus a small amount. I submitted the writte...
After a miserable week, in a long line of miserable weeks, I pulled my tired body and aching head towards my foster-mom's house for our monthly family dinner. I hadn't gone there for our last family gathering, because I hadn't felt up to it, and I'd contemplated "calling in sick" again, but I'd had calls from several of my brothers over the past week, some j...
The Dark Lady - Ch 11 - Terror in the Night Turns to Joy in the Morning Back in my office after lunch, I still had a glow from the incredible organ recital. Clemmie arrived and said, "I got Greg to give me the FBI guy's number and invited him to come to the dinner incognito. Told him he would be more useful inside than lurking around outside. He accepted."...
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Harriett decided she didn't want to go to the movies and directed the cab driver to take them to a hotel. "I'm booking us in here for the night if that is acceptable to you," she said. "I-I haven't..." "Haven't enough money for a luxury hotel like this?" Harriett smiled. "Of course not -- you've only recently left school and are -- just how old are you?"...
"DADDY!?" Yes, there he stood, Greg Canaday, member of the Boston elite, bastion of conservatism, respected member of the bar. Staring at his, muddy, bedraggled daughter, clad only in an oversized tee shirt. "What are you doing here?" "I was invited. Someone named Hildy called, told me how well you were doing, how proud I should be of you, how much you mi...
Patrick Murphy walked slowly and silently through the wooded area. His eyes were constantly moving, viewing everything around him, watching where his feet would step, looking for any sort of movement. His rifle was across his chest in both hands, ready to fly to his shoulder for firing. Nothing moved, he heard no sounds. He didn't like it. He was not distur...
This story is part of an ongoing series. 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...
Hi! My name is Melanie James. I'm thirty eight years old. My husband, Dr. Alvin James M.D., is fifty five, We have been married for eighteen years now. This my first marriage, his second. We live with our sixteen year old daughter, Samantha, in a comfortable two story colonial house on the edge of a small Ohio Town. From his first marriage, Alvin also has a...