Carl was my first long term lover. I met Carl in my freshman year of Nursing School when I was 18 and Carl was 19. I don't know that I was ever really in love with Carl, but I did love him in a special way. We were the best of friends and I trusted him enough to know he would never hurt me- emotionally or physically. Through him I discovered a lot about my...
The Day I met Mr. H started like most days, except today I had a job interview. Nervous jitters jumped through my body as the alarm clock made the most obnoxious noises in my ears and I realised today was interview day. "Ok, I got this" I said to myself as I threw the bed covers off, I really needed this job, my flatmate had moved out the week earlier and...
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Opening note – If you have not read chapters 1 & 2, you may wish to. Just to understand how we got here. The days that followed were a bitch. They weren't bad, but thoughts of Jane perpetually interrupted my usual routines and my productivity plummeted. Like I'd be sitting ay my desk trying to write out some checks to pay the bills and then find myself star...
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...
On the morning of February, the 1st, Mrs. Canalis announced that she had planned an amazing day for me. She refused to share any of the details for my "amazing day' with me and instead handed me over to one of the maids so that I could be properly prepared. I soon discovered that preparing me meant the maid brushing my teeth, giving me an enema, washing me...
I know, I know, almost every story you read here starts off with the disclaimer that the "story you are about to read is true". While that may or may not be true, mine truly is. This is a story based on how my marriage to my wife, Hannah, was transformed from a normal, all-American marriage into one of sexual discovery and liberation. The details may be shoc...
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...
As we got to the room, I swiped the key card into the lock, the light turned green, and in we went. The room was filled with our familiar smells, Janet's perfume, the smell of fabric softener on our hanging cloths, and completely smoke free. It was like we were transported back into our comfortable existence and all was forgiven. Problem was though, my syste...
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...