Case Of The Fake Badges, Ch. 01 by The WifeWatchman 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, w...
My thanks to michchick98 for assistance with editing, and patience with my double spaces. A few words of explanation, I grew up within walking distance of one of the Great Lakes. I love the Lake in all its moods, from calm, quiet lady to furious angry tiger, and everything in between. The following is from my imagination pulling on memories of storms I have...
THREE SISTERS Chapter 7 For many months, I thought myself happy. Maybe it was simply that I was busy: building new houses, stockpiling wood for the winter, laying in food - all this while studying the defences of Prospal Hill, as I tried to ascertain if it was as well hidden as most of its inhabitants believed it to be. But as winter came on, I discovered...
My Christmas story, hopefully to be followed by others, in time to fill the wheel.... my attempt at a holiday edition, enjoy :-) ~*~*~*~ The snow glistened under the light of the nearly full moon as feet softly made their way through the darkened forest. The sharp taste of new fallen snow clung to the air, seeped through the skin and coated the lungs of t...
Oren opened the note Paula had slipped into his hand. It said simply, "John has left town again on business. Can you come over tonight?" Oren smiled to himself. He couldn't help but get turned on when he thought about Paula's tight, responsive body - she just loved getting fucked! When he thought about it, Oren was amazed at how well things had this past wee...
The following is a rewrite of my story The Journey Begins with some minor and major changes to the story. Currently I am focusing on the story with the reader being able to skip the sex scenes if they wish. I walked with a skip in my step and a smile on my face as I headed down the road. I had no particular plan of where I was going or what I was going to do...
I am obsessed with my neighbor, her name is Brandi. She is short, half oriental, with large breasts and a small waist. Every time I see her I imagine all the things we could do together. I have been inside her house and I know she is a romantic so I have finally gotten up the nerve to write her something. This is it, even now it lies in her mail box waiting...
"Here," mum said placing the two weathered wicker baskets -- probably hand woven by my nan around the Second World War - into my hand. There had to be some sort of sentiment behind them, as she still insisted on using them even though they were coming apart around the rim. "You need to fill at least these two if you want both cherry jam and a cake tomorrow,"...
Part Three: Under the Oak "You were never truly one of them Kilili." Silili had said, "But you are not truly one of us either. We embrace the way of harlotry to fill the emptiness within us. But you, you seek to destroy your loneliness also. It is this yearning for something more that will see you last to tell my story. You are utterly unique, my love" Kil...
Clutching tightly to the note she had found in her locker Haley continued looking for Brooke. It was lunchtime and she was very hungry, but she was also pissed and wanted to face her tormentor far more than she wanted to eat. Finally spotting the girl she was looking for walking into the girls bathroom Haley followed her inside. As Brooke used the facilitie...