It's never enough, is it? What we have is never enough; we always want more. I dust the flour from my hands as I think about the way my life is going. Married, though the question of happiness is still way up in the air, with children, and wanting to break free of the restraints that bind me. Wanting to soar, and to explore the self I am trying to keep hidde...
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...
Author's Note: This is a cheating wife story. If this offends you or it's not your particular cup of tea, please pass it by. - - - - - Taylor pressed her security badge against the electronic panel. She heard the lock click and opened the door into the law firm where she worked. It was just a little past six in the morning and as usual, she was the firs...
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...
Daddy parked the car in a space behind the dress shop. Little One was accustomed to parking near the front door and she had never seen the rear of the building. It was a busy place today. Men were unloading boxes from a caterer's truck and rolling them inside on hand carts. Daddy held her hand as they walked past the workmen who seemed to pay them no notice...
"I'll bid eight hundred for the wench!" "Eight hundred and fifty; right here!" "I bid eight seventy!" While Melody's wide green eyes darted from bidder to bidder, fluttering wings of excitement beat down the anxiety that had been churning in the pit of her stomach. She was the third slave of the evening to stand naked on Victria's living room auction bloc...
"Have you decided on the next scene?" She looked up from her appetizer to see the question in his blue-gray eyes. She reached into her purse and passed him the slip of paper, looking away. Moments later she looked up at his comment. "This will take a little while." She shivered at how clinical he had become. Exactly as she wanted. It was their arrangement...
Chapter 9 I provided Stephanie with a vigorous jaunt (the pace of which was dictated by Steph's heels digging dangerously close to my groin), down the corridor opposite to the one in which I presently resided. She was whooping, and slapping my butt all the way, thoroughly enjoying being jostled on the dutiful back of a loser; her former boyfriend. "Listen...
Chapter Six Breakthrough! It was close to 1:00 in the morning, the same evening. It was late. Everyone was tired, but no one seemed ready to go to bed. Mary, Fletcher and Sorrel were all sitting in the living room. The television was on, but there wasn't much to watch, even with satellite TV. Fletcher had a pretty good home library, but as yet Sorrel knew...
A work of fiction. There is a girl, whose name I don't know, who matches the physical description and served as an inspiration, but all that inspiration happened in my mind. It was one of those Relevant exercises that they give to senior English classes in high school: discuss "friendship," what it means, how you get it, how you show it. It was a bore, exce...