It is every woman's romantic dream, at least in England, to live in a country cottage with roses round the door and an old fashioned country garden with its informal mixture of flowers, herbs, and vegetables densely packed into a small space. In a country where most people now live in towns or cities, many in drearily uniform suburban estates, I have often w...
"Can we see it?" Sean looked around the room, unsure what to do. He had never been in a situation like this before. Just two months ago, he had been a virgin. Now he stood in the middle of a dorm room, surrounded by four freshman girls asking if they could see his dick. He looked at the four of them. He knew three of them had boyfriends. He thought to hims...
The following is an imaginary press conference held by President William Jefferson Clinton on January 19, 2001 * * * Ladies and Gentlemen, the President of the United States! (Applause) "Good afternoon. As this is my last full day in office, I decided to hold a final press conference during which I will put to rest speculation regarding my involvement wi...
Anonymous in the USA, finding himself/herself awake, hoicked into a spittoon which was a half-finished jam jar and scratched mushrooms under both armpits. Who in the world should Anonymous lampooned or harpooned today? Slipping on two knuckledusters and then, awkwardly, spiked underpants, Anonymous staggered to the latrine and urinated the $100 bottle of F...
Lanna was from a small mid-western town where she graduated with honors, was voted the outstanding woman graduate and was also queen of hearts her senior year. Her qualifications led her to a university in the Midwest where she excelled in Pharmacy education and experimentation for the common cold virus. She had vowed to be a virgin when she married. Her s...
She has everything she ever wanted: the three-thousand-plus square foot Cotswold style home in classy Broadcreek outside Cleveland, the two kids (a boy and girl, just as she "planned"), the doting stay-at-home handyman of a husband and the upper management position with a major medical conglomerate. She's pretty, too, the "perfect" forty-year old as some c...
She studied the priest with a cautious intensity. She analyzed everything about his facial features as they sat closely together; examining his sharp eyes, the lines on his face, his prominent nose and chin, and the few streaks of grey on the sides of his slicked back hair. She even took time to notice his perfectly pressed black outfit and the white collar...
NB: As always, credits to my editor, wildeheartedangel for her help editing this chapter. For my readers, be patient. This story has an arc and you'll be able to see the links as we go through the chapters. And thank you to those who pointed out the speed of light for me. I've taken note of it. =) *** "Okay, lay it out to me MacFarlane," said Riley who w...
Surprisingly, I am back with another part to this series. I can only thank the few readers that have commented and again RUWild for the encouragement to continue. I am very happy that my writing can entertain the people that it has so far. Hopefully, I will improve and I can provide good stories for a larger audience. So please, honest constructive criticism...
For readers that are not familiar with the story, this is a brief explanation of the stories that I have been working on for the past few months. Please, fell free to read the stories: Long Road, Highsider, and Traject all located in the Loving Wives category. To say that it is not your everyday "loving wives" story would be the understatement of the century...