Beth sat at the bar waiting for her best friend to arrive. It had been months since they had seen each other and this had bothered Beth deeply. For years they had shared all the highs and lows of each others lives. It was a friendship that Beth felt would always be there. Over the past couple of years they had grown apart and Beth had searched deep within he...
Hi folks, this story is based on the Concrete Blonde song of the same title. Listening to the song might help you enjoy the story more, but it isn't necessary. From now on when I do s story about a song, I'll try to give you a warning on my twitter page so you can listen to the song beforehand. I'm grateful to Mikothebaby for her usual incredible editing job...
This story is part of an ongoing series. 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 of this story. The author does not cond...
God, I couldn't believe it, here I was, tied up with my erection poking through the plastic ring...and Daphne was tease-torturing me as I clutched the string to the plastic ring in my mouth...oh God. The door opened, and Master Tanner came in behind her, brandishing a pair of children's scissors that he'd borrowed from my son's room. Playfully, Tanner ran th...
Chapter 6 When Chris reached the emergency room of the hospital, it was almost seven in the evening. Even from a distance, he could see the lights of the police cars parked on the premises. He also recognized the van that belonged to the animal rescue organization he worked with. He braced himself for the worst and stepped out of his car. Inside, two cops...
Author's note: Although ratings are nice, nothing beats a comment or two about what you liked or disliked about a story. Please take a moment to leave one. Thank you. ***** Summer 1978 The monthly meeting of the Greenwood Tenant Association had ended a half hour before, but Neil Hanson had stayed behind to help with the cleanup. It was, the twenty-three-y...
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...
This story is a continuation of I'm Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 14 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. MONICA THE HOUSEWIFE I'm not going to bore you with all the dom...
"I really wish you hadn't convinced me to wear this bathing suit!" Jennie sighed as a couple of young guys passed them on the beach. "Why?" Greg grinned. "Don't you like the attention you're getting?" "I feel like every guy on the beach is staring at me!" Jennie replied. "They are!" her husband laughed. "Not to mention quite a few of the girls." "Greg!"...