I walked – strutted, actually – into the plush lobby of the downtown Hilton, headed for the bar. As I walked into the bar, I felt the eyes of every man on me, as well as some of the women. They saw a tall, slender redhead with long legs wearing a thin beige short-sleeved blouse, a tight khaki mini-skirt that stopped right about halfway down her legs, tan-co...
The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Bl...
Gabriel receives a visit from Rachel, Stacy's friend with a huge fifty-two inch ass, and discovers the wonders of an ass bigger than his wife's. _____ Once again, thank you to all the people who give me comments and feedback. I read everything and give each once the consideration it deserves based upon the manner in which it is given. I know I sound like...
Part 1: A Cold Wind A rustle of wind blows in from the surrounding trees, making me look up expectantly to the deep blackness of the night. I yearn that HE might appear. I dream of his gorgeous, tanned body. I imagine him walk out of the darkness and into the clearing of my campsite, the campsite of this frail and very anxious young woman. But instead, I se...
This is the third and final chapter in David, Holly, and Sophie's story. I hope their respective journeys has proved interesting, or at the very least, a distraction during the shutdown brought about by the Wuhan Virus pandemic. I sincerely hope you all stay safe and well. Look after each other. Sorry to repeat myself, but I give my usual warning about h...
Warning: This is a long story with a slow build-up. 1980 was a long time ago. A lot of history has happened since then, but there are parts of that year I remember like it was yesterday. I remember being a shy, eighteen-year-old kid, in my last year of high school, and I remember that I was not exactly Mister Popularity, either. I remember that feeling of n...
I live for the moment when I hear the catch in her throat with our first kiss. Her breathing getting heavier with each caress, touch, or stroke, of her sensitive places, I wait for those words she will say..., but not yet. Catherine Chapter 28 Catherine, You Asked About Sally "That first night at my sisters, Bob, where I asked you about Sally and how you...
Who would have thought? I certainly didn't. I grew up in an era where you did not play with yourself. Not good girls and boys. So all these years, I never masturbated. Sometime around my fifty-third birthday, I just happened to wake up horny as all hell. I had been single for years, and I dated very little, so I was pretty much living the life of a nun....
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...
*Marie:* Patrick offered me his hand and helped me get to my feet. He was looking at me thoughtfully with his kind, honest eyes and smiling with his dimples on display. Patrick's smiles make my heart melt. He touched my face gently and said, "Thank you, Marie," just like that, and he meant it. I was thinking, "What a sweet thing to say. Little intimate thi...