Sandy had already brewed a pot of coffee, and was moving efficiently around the kitchen in a short cotton bathrobe and hair still wet from her shower when I walked in, dripping from my morning run. She blessed me with a big, quick smile before closing the fridge with ham, cheese, and Miracle Whip in hand and returning her attention to assembling the kids' Mo...
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...
Copyright: This story is a work of fiction. Please don't reproduce this text in whole or in parts without the explicit permission of the author. This story is a continuation of Windows: Part 1… The whole of the day went away as if in a daze. My parents noticed it too, at the lunch table, when instead of pouring water from the jug onto a glass; I poured it...
The clock changed from 6:59 to 7:00 a.m. and the radio turned on, "Good morning and Happy Earth Day St. Louis. If you are planning on being out and about today, look for a high temperature of 67 degrees. It's currently 45 degrees under sunny skies." Arun Patil hit the snooze button and grabbed the digital thermometer, turning it on as he flipped over and fac...
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...
[Author's notes: Warning! This is a perfect bodies story, based upon well known pornstars (so it could also have gone in the celebrities category, except for the aliens and the telepathy. Oh well). The premise is that aliens copy them and drop them by the billions on our world. This is my predicted result, which will hopefully be hot enough to be a whack off...
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...
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...
"This ain't gonna fly," whined Simon. "What?" Ted adjusted his tie, stepping into the elevator. "Us, arriving at the same time," answered Alvin, sidling past Ted off the waiting car. Ted scrunched up his face in the puzzling frown, until it hit him like a shot in the gut. "Oh, the chipmunks." He grinned at the thought. "Oh, the chipmunks," mimicked Simo...
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...