*WARNING!! This story is in no way based on anything real and is completely fiction. Do not take this story seriously as it is only for your enjoyment. Anyone below the age of 18 is not allowed to read as it is rather explicit, leave reviews please and I hope you enjoy* ***** It had been a rough couple of weeks. Holly's divorce with her husband was taking...
**DISCLAIMER** Please note that this story is a 100% work for fiction and the characters are not reflective of their real life counterparts and are not endorsed. Any similarity to real life events are pure coincidental. At the end of day, this is a fictional fantasy story, nothing more. Enjoy! Twenty four hours ago, I was flying to America on a trip that w...
People, by their nature, have a voyeuristic streak in them. They see flashing lights and slow down, crawling along the highway while stretching their necks in an effort to look at the blood and gore. Guys ogle girls, girls check out guys. There’s a little bit of voyeurism in everyone. I’m a normal guy. I’ve attempted to look up a few dresses and down a fe...
Editor's note: So many of you have written to me asking questions about what was going on with my ex-wife Nancy Jean, the Blowjob Queen of Ridley High. Here's the latest. * Can a woman be addicted to cock? Not merely enjoy satisfying her partner, not simply getting him off. Not just during the dating process or first year of marriage. No, a woman with a...
Some years ago, an excellent writer of adult fiction, writing under the pseudonym "Little Joe," created several characters inspired by myself and several lovely ladies we both knew. One character was based on me, Bobbie Kaye, and was nicknamed Cutie, or Little Miss Cutie. Little Joe posted a number of these wonderful stories, in which Bobbie Kaye and her fri...
FORWARD: The following story is taken from the diary of Dawn Sather-Ridley, who died in Manhattan in 2081. By all accounts, Mrs. Sather-Ridley led an uneventful life as a homemaker and mother. It was not until her diary was discovered after her death that her extraordinary story became known. * * * “Mommy, why do we have to wait here?” The little girl tugg...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography, which is currently not updating properly. Stories after Music Box Dancer are: Return To Apple Grove, Media Matters, Swamp Frogs, Man of God, Fathers and Sons, Fire In The Hole. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, an...
It was nearing midnight, and I was standing alone in front of a large, wrought-iron fence. A large, etched, steel sign on the fence read Ridley Graveyard - No Trespassers. Every time I came to the graveyard, this sign reminded me that what I was doing was illegal. But it didn't bother me; my midnight strolls through Ridley's were the only things that kept me...
*I had only just realised that there was no oral in the last story which ruins the title but there will be in this one to make up for it and I apologise for that* *WARNING!! This story is in no way based on anything real and is completely fiction. Do not take this story seriously as it is only for your enjoyment. Anyone below the age of 18 is not allowed to...
DISCLAIMER This story is a work of fiction and the characters are either completely fictional or are fictional versions of their real selves. The events depicted are made up and any similarity to real life events is purely coincidental. This story is meant as a work of erotic fiction only and is not to be read by anyone under the age of 18. I am always look...