This is an original story following 'A Fall in Antioch.' May 1107 The cloaked figure stood motionless by the mast. He could hear the rain hammering on the wooden decks like gravel flung against an oaken door and hissing where it fell into a leaden sea. The wet sail above him dripped idly on his neck and shoulders. There was scarcely a breath of wind an...
The moment we got into house, Sri ordered me to keep the groceries in the kitchen. I took those bags from her hand and walked towards kitchen. When I came back to the hall I see her removing her saree standing near the closed main door. A chill went through my spine. Usually when we are back from shopping or a get together she becomes horny. There's a reas...
The front door opens abruptly. Maggie's last appointment cancelled so she has scooted home early. Bill is sitting on the couch his eyes glaze in a brief confused moment of no recognition. Quickly his eyes widen like a startled puppy. Beth is sprawled on her belly naked along the couch her head in Bill's crotch. She slurps noisily on his hard cock. Before...
Revenge is a dish best eaten cold. I've heard that saying and was never quite sure what it meant. Probably if you wait until the bastards aren't expecting it and then fuck 'em until they come, you'll relish it all the more. Sometimes you just can't wait. This happened when I was nineteen and you can't make this stuff up. I was still living at home with my m...
Seattle's Peoples First Electric Power Plant What have we got Davis?" Doug inquires. "Not much sir. We've found traces of C-4 and a few footprints." "Tell me about the footprints." "Military Grade, though not American. The first ones to be found at any site." "Considering they're hitting random sites, means there is more than one team. Get in touch with...
Everything hurt. I couldn't open my eyes, it was like I was in a mental fog. I could hear things, feel things, but they weren't real to me. It was like I was listening to a radio in the next room, only able to pick up words and phrases. The rest was all noise as I drifted in and out. "Stay with me, Rose," a voice said. I could feel movement, my head was in...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography, which is currently not updating. Stories after Music Box Dancer are: Return To Apple Grove, Media Matters, Swamp Frogs, Man of God. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story...
Chapter 3 - Terry's story - in which Terry purchases a hot waitress for her and her husband to share as Terry embraces her husband's exhibitionist needs. "We have to talk about this," Terry said for the fifth time since they arrived at their hotel room that night. Mike's gaze didn't meet hers. "Not now, Terry. I'm not gonna say it again." He was pissed sti...
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" demanded the landlady. We had to present a bizarre sight: Me lying on the floor wearing a T-shirt on my upper body, and a sexy young neighbor named Candace on my cock. The neighbor in question, completely naked, save for her stockings and my roommate Todd's cock in her mouth. Todd standing over my head, knees bent to reach Ca...
Journey Into Submission: The Apology “Ruby.” She halted her squirming search for a more comfortable sitting position and glanced over at AJ as he entered the living room. He had been pre-occupied and melancholy since breakfast. “I have an apology to make,” he said slowly, then, with a quick knowing look, took in her predicament and gestured. “Kneel here,...