As always folks, there's some truth here and some embellished truth. It's up to you to decide. – FL Many nights I sit up and read stories like the ones on this board, and I read many with fascination, trying to decipher the truth from the embellished. Numerous stories seemed like fantastic fiction – like something seen on an Andrew Blake classic. In 30 yea...
I woke up on Wednesday morning to the smell of coffee, alone. After a yawn and a healthy morning stretch I got up. My hand went right to my lower abdomen, a blissful warming feeling still inside. I stepped out to the living room to find the apartment empty. "Where did he go?" I asked myself. A to-go box and coffee sat on the table with a note. 'Eat Up'. So...
Ever fuck a girl while she was eating a cheeseburger? I have. Ever fuck a girl while she was eating a cheeseburger and have your friend videotape it? I have. Ever fuck a girl while she was eating a cheeseburger and have your friend videotape it then you pissed in her kitchen sink on her dirty dishes because she made you angry? Yup, I have. Want to know...
It was a shitty Friday at work, seemed like everything went wrong. Backed a car up into a wall, insulted my boss to a fellow employee only to have my boss standing right in behind me. Unsurprisingly my boss or should I say "old" boss didn't like me saying that his wife must be blind or well paid to be with him. I was sent out the door with one week severance...
It had been a very long day. My life as a wife and mother left me very little time for myself. But today, I’d had the opportunity to spend the afternoon with my on line Dom. When we’d finished, I checked my email and found that I had mail from my husband Jeff. He had just completed a terrible day and he told me all about it. As I read, I felt sorry for him....
Chapter One With the evening sun all but gone, Avenmore Gardens slinked down under the shadows for the night, the colours draining by the second, and the traffic reduced to the odd taxi that whirred off elsewhere. Neil Barton sat in the warmth of his living room, sipping from a hot mug of herbal tea. It smelled a lot better than it tasted. But he drank it...
The chronological order of my stories is 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 of t...
This was a hard chapter to write because it is by far the darkest of all the chapters. Trying to infuse humor into a situation of Albert being blackmailed and endangered was harder than I realized. In the end, I succumbed to the darkness, so much so that I almost changed the category away from "Humor and Satire," but I didn't want people to be unable to find...
With my shift over, I made my escape through the gauntlet of leering bus boys and cat-calling prep cooks. Sighing in relief as I reached the back door, I pushed it open and stepped into the afternoon sun. I blinked and squinted and raised a flattened hand to shade my eyes. I could see nothing. Has she stood me up again? I wondered. A flash of panic tickled t...
Her toy had served her well and the video had gone back into rotation as the images started to fade with time. But it wasn't him and did little to soothe her increasingly insatiable desire. She'd played their last encounter so many times in her mind, her thick, black toy plunging in and out of her just as he had done but black rubber wasn't the same as black...