As always, constructive comments are welcome and please remember, this is a work of fiction... Please refer to my profile for more on my personal policy regarding comments, feedback, follows, etc. ***** As Beauregard Jackson, "Bo" to his friends and family, sat at the table in the coffee shop waiting for his second cousin, Mary Jane, he wondered what was...
I found myself in a midsized college town working on a problem that didn't want to be resolved. With assistance from my co-workers two and a half hours away I was finally able to correct the issue, and system operation was restored. It was late, I was more than three hours from home, and decided I did not want to make the drive. Instead I chose to spend the...
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...
"Sandy, the fireworks are hailin' over Little Eden tonight/ Forcin' a light into all those stony faces left stranded on this warm July." With those words Bruce Springsteen begins to paint a picture of one aspect of life as he knew it on the Jersey Shore. For better or worse we've also been subjected to MTV's version of life on the "Jersey Shore." Let me gi...
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...
Author's note: The following story is almost entirely true. I embellished one section, but otherwise this all happened... and I still think about it today. * This story details the second time I had some success convincing my very conservative wife to expose some of her curvaceous body in public. The first story revolved around a trip to Myrtle Beach which...
I was waiting for her at the security area exit. She was dressed comfortably but stylishly in jeans, flats, and a silky-looking pink blouse. She looked good. Very good. I waved and her eyes found mine. We both smiled and met off to the side, out of the steady flow of Friday evening fliers. "Hi, Denise.", I said, as I took her roller bag from her. "You look...
My business partner Les and I have been mates since we were 13-year olds at school together. We lived a few doors from each other, we went on booze 'n' birds holidays to Spain together, we were best man at each other's weddings, and my wife and I are godparents to his daughter Becky. Stella and I weren't lucky enough to have kids of our own, but we only live...
The twin hassocks in our living room were padded black leather cubes. They'd been pushed together in front of the sofa. Two chairs, matching the sofa, were placed together at its end, making the seating arrangement into an L-shaped amphitheatre, with the hassocks as the stage. The hassocks sat on a black rug; the sofa and chairs were draped in black as well....
My wife, Carrie, is a dancer and choreographer. Because exercise is an integral part of her career, she has maintained a great physique over the 25 years we have been married, even after giving birth to two children. To this day, when we go out she still turns a lot of heads, both young and old. I'm very proud to be with such a beautiful woman and over the y...