This is the first story of a series, but not the first in chronological order. It's the first I write, and it remains somewhat unique in the panorama of our experiences. It's the adaptation of one of the entries of my private diary, which I decided to turn into a story as part of a larger project that would see the diary gradually translated into a narrative...
INTRODUCTION Sonny-Bill Tripp stepped off the bus at Flaxton City and passed wind, the legacy of half-cooked onions in a hamburger he'd eaten at the last stop four hours ago. He was weary with a sore butt from sitting for 33 hours in buses traveling to his hometown. He was almost broke from a bad day and night at poker when his mom received the call from h...
Another one I spit out while a touch intoxicated. It's too similar to other stories I've published to pursue further, so I'm pretty much laying it out there as-is. Forgive the inevitable errors. A Sluttier America It only started ten years ago or so, but the problem had already escalated to unsustainable levels. Men, across the nation, were becoming less a...
I’m still awaiting the next instalment from Roberta which seems to be as eagerly awaited by many of you too. May I thank you all for your interest, and also for your votes. In the meantime I have decided to write, in her absence, what I think Roberta, Margaret and John did. Here is chapter 3A of the The Virgin Tranny and the Bride. Hope you like it. By...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is 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...
Sue continues to tell John about the last year. As I sit here writing this I realize that my tears have dried up and gone away. I can't cry any more. I can only hope that you will be more of a husband to me than I have been a wife to you. I do love only you John, and I can't say or write it enough. After that first six days of drugged sexual haze, I remem...
TAKEN FOR A RIDE I was kneeling on a Mailgirls mat on the fourth floor of the tower in between deliveries when I saw Barbara approaching. "Go put away your MMU, take a shower and meet me in the executive parking lot in thirty minutes," she said, then turned and walked away before I could respond. For Barbara to seek me out like this rather than summoning m...
Chapter 28 -- Candidate Vladim Dukov By the beginning of October, Upper Danubia had reached an important crossroads in its history. The "Progressives", now aided by corporate campaign donors and foreign professional political advisors, were well organized and campaigning aggressively. Their advisors had developed a slick advertising campaign against the Par...
"Martin's Marital Indiscretion" Martin walked down the street with Darren toward the motel where he and Darren would have sex together in order to start rumors and hopefully a scandal that would being to an end his days of living as a woman and wife to the Baron. Martin felt very uncomfortable as they walked holding hands. People stared at them as they pas...
Note from the Author: Hello! This story was originally meant to follow just Victor and Ashley on their perverted adventures. But as you may have noticed I've shaken things up a bit. In the interest of reaching a wider audience and in the interest of having a place where I can develop new stories about mundane characters having interesting relationships, I de...