Note to reader: This is a true story which happened in the late 1980's. Some parts were taken from other sources. To the best of my knowledge, they are accurate. Names (other than mine) and a few other minor things have been changed to protect the identities of the people involved. However, the basic story is factual. All people engaging in sexual activity...
Please read part one, Madison gets in Trouble, if you haven't already. The next day: I couldn't believe it, but I felt kind of strange about it. I got dress in the morning. After my shower when I was about to get dressed, I remembered that Mr. Leon told me not to ware any panties. I wore nothing under my pleated skirt all day. At first, I was kind of scare...
Patricia Coleman was lying on her back without a single article of clothing and her legs were spread wide to allow her husband to shave an area that had never been so much as trimmed. He was taking his time with the removal of her pubic hair and enjoyed the sensation he was bringing to her body. He worked the blade like an expert to remove any sign that her...
After five years of marriage, Priscilla Truesdale Coleman realized that she was tired of being pampered. In the days when she had been Prissie Truesdale, she had been a rather good paralegal, living in an apartment alone and sleeping with a succession of men, though not a very long succession. She thought of herself as normal, and she expected to settle dow...
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...
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...
Morning came WAY too early. I reached for my alarm clock, knocking it on the floor, then I rolled out of bed and fell on my hip when I was trying to reach it. "Hell of a start to the day, Ella." I untangled my legs from the sheet and limped my way to the bathroom. My hair was a mess, I had bags under my eyes, and I was still a little sore in a good way down...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography, which is currently not updating. Stories after Music Box Dancer are: Return To Apple Grove, Media Matters, Swamp Frogs, Man of God, Fathers and Sons. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for...
The big log fire on the riverbank illuminated the night. Inverness could see the bodies of her parents and brother strewn on the sand and she could see and hear the four drunken voices of the men who'd shot them and commandeered the family's Jeep. The Starke Family's possessions of any value from the vehicle were being shared. The captive seventeen-year ol...
It was a sunny day. Carol Coleman walked into her office. She worked at the Treasury department and was a top agent. Over her 4-year career, she captured 500 criminals there. Entered her room. Carol has striking blond hair with bangs and green eyes. Her neck is fine. Upon entering, she set her bangs aside and smiled at the new layout. She enjoyed it a lot. W...