Chapter 16: The Galician King ***** "Why, Commodore, I do believe you're poking me from behind." Jack smiled as his eyes remained closed. It was still early enough that he didn't want to hazard a glance just yet, preferring to remain pressed into the sweet-smelling woman in front of him. However, it was only with a quick glance that he saw the dark hair,...
I'm not sure how one goes about telling their story to reads all over the world, but I'm going to give it a try. Let's see, I'll start this out by tell you a little about myself. At the time of this writing I'm 36 years old. My name is Tina and I've been married to the same man all of my adult life. I married Jeff at age eighteen, right after High School....
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...
Sorry folks, no sex in this short story. Just a short and dirty story I threw together for my wife to celebrate two of her favorite things; Valentine's Day and the show The Walking Dead that came back from its mid-season hiatus on Valentine's Day. There is no mention of characters from the show and is not intended to be associated with it in any fashion, n...
There are people who enjoy wearing chastity belts, but I was not one. I had never worn one, nor even dreamt of doing so. My idea of extreme bondage was the drawer full of handcuffs of various qualities, mostly Valentine's Day gifts from past boyfriends. I don't know if it was pure coincidence or whether there's just something about me that people want to tie...
It was a cold wet night; the rain had been falling persistently all evening. The last train had been late due to an "incident" somewhere on the line. This was no surprise and had been half expected, as the trains always seemed to suffer delays at the weekend. Looking at her watch she realized that the last bus would have already gone by now as well. Not a...
Dedicated to Amy the woman who opened my eyes and mind up to so many possibilities and experiences. I shall never forget them. The year was 1961. Racism in the South was still heavily prevalent. Dr. King was working as hard as he could to help Blacks obtain equal status among white men & women. My family, on the other hand, was not. My deceased father was a...
The usual applies. Many thanks to Evilsnoman and Nulli for the proofing eye, Mikothebaby, for her super-duper edit skills and The Guild for their continuous support. In this chapter also the concluding part to "Broken Bones", nothing "bad" happening so no disclaimer needed for it this time. Cedar you rocked with this short tale, no words can describe how gr...
Zarafa Rio sprawled on her belly on a futon, her Titian red hair spilling off the top of the mattress onto a woven-grass tatami mat. Sunset bathed the room in a carmine glow that rouged her skin like petals of a dusky rose. A few thousand yards from her one-room bamboo-and-thatch hut, surf crashed against white sand that powdered the islet of Aitanu like sug...
Chapter 01: The Beginning? At the right place, at the right time The year is 2132; the thermo nuclear war between the United States of Europe and the Peoples Democratic Republic of East Asia is in its second week. City-States in both countries have been decimated. The North America/Africa/Australia Coalition, satellite of the USE, had been destroyed in the...