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...
Valet School was sort of like what I expected. There were tough as nails Sergeants running the place with a Lieutenant Colonel in charge of the entire operation. In a lot of ways it was like NCO school back home. The first day were were ordered to strip and the drill Sargent inspected us in detail even rolling back our foreskins when they examined us. We had...
Ed and Sylvia stood at the bus stop in the costumes they wore to the Halloween Party. Ed's costume was quite simple, all he wore was a raincoat. He wanted his costume to be authentic even if it did mean he had to spend much of the party standing outside trying to cool down. He certainly couldn't take off his coat like most of the other costumed guests, not a...
It was her first time. She never had been with a woman before, let alone several women. She joined one of those online clubs or groups for lesbian women. She liked this particular club because all the members were about privacy and she wanted her privacy protected. Today she was going to be initiated into the official group. She was about to take part in an...
Everyone wears a mask in today's world, and nobody ever truly shows you their true face. It's an indisputable fact about human nature. Take our friend Mona Abdul for example. She's the Yemeni-born wife of imam Muhammad Hassan, a prominent cleric in the Muslim community of metropolitan Ottawa, Ontario. Five-foot-nine, chubby, busty and wide-hipped, with dark...
I awoke in darkness. For that brief moment, not know sure where I was. Rolling on my side I felt for my wife, her side of the bed was empty. At first I thought she had gotten up to use the bathroom in these early hours of the morning, but then I remembered. Her side had been vacant for the last 6 years and I was alone. Struggling toward consciousness, I rea...
I was born in Huntington Beach, California in the mid-80s. My parents were Orange County Republicans, which means they were hyper-conservative religious zealots by day and sexual predators by night. I hate to generalize about these things, but having seen what I've seen in my twenty-something years, I guess I have a right to my opinion. If you don't like it,...
Health Care in the United States: History, Issues and Possible Solutions One of the biggest problems facing the United States today is the lack of a form of socialized medicine that will continue to serve the people. Medicare and the funds that feed it may be dealt a final deathblow in a few years after the baby boom generation begins to utilize its benefit...
My name is Steve LaFleur. A big and tall young African-American man of Haitian descent living in the city of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born in the city of Boston, Massachusetts, in 1987. I've been living in Ottawa since 2009. I moved here because I had a scholarship offer from Carleton University. It's the only reason why I'm in Canada. The place re...
The following is an imaginary press conference held by President William Jefferson Clinton on January 19, 2001 * * * Ladies and Gentlemen, the President of the United States! (Applause) "Good afternoon. As this is my last full day in office, I decided to hold a final press conference during which I will put to rest speculation regarding my involvement wi...