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...
I’m a Private Investigator. I’ve even got a license to prove it. I don’t have a permit to carry a gun, but I don’t need one anyway. Divorce is my business, or, to put it more accurately, adultery. Wives come to me complaining that their husbands are lying, cheating pussy hounds and I do my best to catch them in the act. When I started out I’d follow these...
"Would you like to watch a couple have sex right in front of your eyes?" a beautiful seductive voice called from the darkness. It seemed to flow into the 35-year-old man in his white shirt and Marvin the Martian tie, filling him with lust and passion, as sweet and primal as morning dew. Jim craned his head to get a look at the beautiful siren who called to h...
I sat by my fire ring with a simple fire burning on this cool November day. My fire ring was hidden by bushes from the street twenty five feet away in two directions and privacy fence on the third side. The south side was open to my front yard. Most people didn't even know it was there if they didn't go out at night. Like most evenings, I burnt a fire just t...
Author's Note: This is the first installation in what I intend to be a long series that explores the beginning(s) and end of a relationship. Naturally, as the introduction to the characters and their histories, there is less sex. Other chapters, I promise, will have much more satisfactory material. Comments and suggestions are always welcome. If you have any...
Author's note: Many thanks to Copperbutterfly for her editing expertise in helping make this a better story. I had watched, along with maybe 50 other people at the scenic overlook, as the young girl who might have been an early teenager, stumbled and fell over the waist-high railing into the abyss of the canyon below. I bent over the rail expecting to see t...
I know what is happening at her home. She hangs up the telephone, her heart racing. There’s so much to do in a short time, but she cannot help thinking about the fact that she will soon see me again. She will soon feel my touch once again on her skin, her body. She doesn’t let herself wonder about the instructions given. Somewhat offbeat, but she knows bett...
Dixy Delight and the China Dolls Among showgirls, Dixy Delight was a headliner, not some meth-wasted emasculated stripper; her drug of choice was cocaine. Dixy (real name Debbie Johnson) was 26 years old but looked as if she may have just turned 18, she danced with all the energy of a coke high, and made enough in tips to pay for her drugs. Somewhere deep i...
*This story contains themes of pegging, female domination, bisexual sex talk, and sexual role reversal. If you're seeking something more vanilla in nature, well, don't say I didn't warn you* Her name was Bridget Ramirez and she was the hottest fucking thing to ever walk the walls of Cheyanne Mountain High School, in Colorado Springs, Colorado. She was an...
For more information on the characters in this story, please read the following: What Mother-in-Law Wants Badge of Betrayal Clarissa Gets Served Grab Life by the Balls The Ghost of Red River Falls Darla's Dilemma Getting Back to Square One ***WARNING*** This is a long story. How do I know? Because I wrote the damned thing. If plot development...