"Last night has been on my mind all day and I'm about ready to attack someone." Laurie was unloading supplies into the refrigerator. "I mean that whole bit where he was behind me and you were on the bed. Mmmm, Christ. That was unbelievable." Natalie came into the kitchen to help. "So it's all about you is what you're saying." Laurie grinned. "Of course not...
I don't want to give our ages away but let me simply state that our courting days were several years BE (before e-mail). In that old fashioned era, my wife, Faith, and I used a vehicle called the U.S. Mail for most of our correspondence. We were high school sweet hearts but we went to different universities. We couldn't afford a lot of phone calls so letters...
Warning this story was written in England by an Englishman. It utilises English vocabulary, spelling and grammatical conventions; some readers find these disturbing. * The instant I entered the building Syd, our porter, head of security and dedicated Sun reader accosted me. "You're to go straight up and see Mr. Briggs hisself." I plodded towards the stairs...
I've been sick to my stomach for the last week, ever since returning from my latest business trip. I didn't have diarrhea or the flu, it was worse, much, much worse than that; I'd stepped out on my wife Linda. I know what you're going to say, that what kind of low life would cheat on his wife. I've said that and a million other worse things to myself and r...
I rang the doorbell and a dog started barking. It was not a yap but the deep woof of a large dog. I was calling on Mrs Evans for some private tuition in biochemistry. Earlier in the year I had been ill for a fortnight when my class had been taught the basics of biochemical pathways. When I came back to College I found I couldn't understand what the hell was...
Author's forward – I receive a lot of criticism for the way I end some of my stories. I have lived a long enough life to know that at any given time life hits a fork in the road and it can go one way or another. These forks in the road can happen every few week, every few days, every few minutes or even every few seconds. I often leave my stories at one of...
We sat on the deserted beach staring at the setting sun behind the most beautiful pink and orange clouds behind a cobalt-blue sky. The waves gently lapped against the shore and soothed any hint of tension away. I held Jenny, my wife of 25 years in my arms and felt her warmth against me. We came here for our anniversary to explore new frontiers of our love fo...
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...
My life had changed a lot over the past two years. A new job, a new city, and a new romantic interest, were only three of the many transitions I had made. Claire, was the only girl I had dated through college. Deeply in love, we'd shared an off-campus apartment throughout our academic years. It saved us a lot of money, and filled our hearts with the securi...
CHAPTER 1 Two days after losing his $110,000 sales manager position in the wake of the world economic downturn killing sales of new pickups, Harrison Daniels was in a bar thinking. Two hours earlier his wife, already packed up, had taken off with their two kids from her previous marriage. He was sad about the kids going because they were likeable. The thir...