A series of bizarre coincidences killed Charlie Edwards' husband, Graham. No one could have foreseen it, how can anyone see into the future? That fateful deadly day, began much like so many previous, insignificant weekdays. There had been many other, much more significant days in their lives; the day they met, fell in love, first had sex, were engaged, got m...
Allow me to thank chasten, PickFiction and SleeperyJim for the excellent suggestions and vote of confidence that led to the writing of these short stories. ------------------------------------------------ "DO NOT JUDGE. YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT STORM I'VE ASKED HER TO WALK THROUGH." -GOD Comfort (lest we forget) All she had to do was to close her eyes, and...
I sincerely hope you like my second contribution to "Loving Wives". Whereas my first submission was based on my life, and was about 90% factual with the names changed to protect the innocent and the guilty, "Please Understand Me" is 100% fiction. No genitals were harmed writing this story. I just wanted to break the template of: "I came home early because __...
Five Months Earlier: Tabitha Riley gripped the steering wheel and yanked her gray Toyota Camry into a parking spot. She checked the dashboard clock before pulling the key from the ignition. Dion was cutting it really close. Her sister had called while she was en route to Middleton Academy, her nephew's private school that was practically in the next town ov...
FOGIEVILLE The word had been spray-painted in fire engine red letters across the northernmost wall of the Bingo Hall, the side that faced Main Street, to ensure any and all who passed by would see it. Judge Theodore Mathers studied the words, though not in person, but on a surveillance tape he had paused. He then pressed play, and once the camera had a goo...
I was fed up. All morning long I had been chugging away at an expense report for a high-profile client and mere seconds from completion my PC locks up and flashes the dreaded "blue screen of death." Hours of work down the drain and the only thing I could do was submit a ticket to IT and start over. In most cases this normally would not have been enough to ca...
The sound of silence was deafening and it was only 9.40am, what was I going to do with my day, had meant to visit friends but they decided at the last minute to go away for a long weekend leaving me far from home with no one to visit in a place I had never been before, I had driven down last night throwing myself into bed as soon as I had got here only to be...
DOWN, BOY! WRITING THE ALPHA MALE FOR CONTEMPORARY FICTION "I don't want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader...I want a man lying over me, always over me...His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot...as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated...I am going to be pursued, f...
Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of incest or incest content. * I slept well Wednesday night, my first threesome having exceeded my wildest expectations and building my sexual confidence to a zenith I would never have thought about two weeks ago. My anxiety about the night was now gone and my muscles had been quick to relax and allow me to fa...
Author's Note: For the purposes of this alternate version of the ending, assume that the treaty signed in Ch 10 was much more severe, with Jeanette abdicating her throne in favor of Turogg and pledging to be his slave-wife. It is more in lines with what I had originally planned for the ending, except for the epilogue which takes the story in a different dire...