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...
I would like to thank a reader by the name of Master Peter, who provided the inspiration for this story. Peter had just finished reading my story titled, Dominating Rachel, and requested that I expand on the concept portrayed at the beginning of that story. When Peter contacted me, I had been working on a story that had an ending with no beginning. Peter's i...
This is a sequel to “Home By Eight” authored by Lothario the Great it is with his permission that I submit Part 2, and Part 3, which will follow. Any readers unfamiliar with the original work should read that first before reading the second or third parts. The second and third parts of this story are rooted in a real situation that took place in the early 19...
"Ryleigh, honey, I am so proud of you! I only wish your father could have seen you today. Valedictorian of your class and on your way to Yale this September!" "Mom, please don't cry. If you do, I'll start crying and I don't want to feel sad today. It's hard enough to talk about Dad let alone think about him. I know he'd proud and I know you are, too. So no...
Listening to the end of a Metallica song, he was in a groove, pounding out some hardware description code for the new design when he heard the sound of a screeching baby overtaking the grind of Kirk Hammett's axe. He lifted the headphones off one ear to make sure everything was OK. The sound of the bathtub filling alerted him; apparently the new nanny was gi...
Not exactly what Orwell had in mind, thought Blaise. He thought he'd been forced to read it for a literature class at Swarthmore. He'd suspected the professor was some kind of communist intellectual. He didn't remember much of the book, but unless it had been about swim-up bars and off-pink stucco, it had missed the mark, at least from where he stood, whi...
This is a fun little romp about a 40-something husband and wife who are seeking to find a little of the youthful spark in their sexual activities that has faded over the years. With their kids moved on to college, they now have the time and privacy to "explore" methods of bringing that spark back. I intend to write this as a series, as I have a few other ide...
New Abbey, Scotland, 1914 CHAPTER ONE One. Two. Three. Four. Four steps would bring Madeline Welby to her brother's bedroom door. Maddie's heart pounded painfully in her chest and her body trembled, teeth chattering as she stared ahead of her in the dark hallway. With each step, she could feel the brush of the carpet under her bare feet. A late winter rain...
I was a graduate student at the state university and had finished my classes for the week even though it was just Thursday. Mom was a professor of literature at the university and was at the library helping with a 'get kids to read' program. I had been volunteered to read for them. There were eighty little third graders in the library. I somehow ended up...
Catherine Emerson met Thomas Quimby, quite by accident, when he sat down on the park bench across from her in Rittenhouse Park where she often ate her lunch, usually yogurt and fruit, before returning to work as a bookkeeper and office manager at Bronson and McGee's Law office. Two days earlier, Catherine and her husband, Martin celebrated their thirty-fou...