Sandy and I had spent a full hedonistic weekend in sexual excess. That may not seem strange to many of you who live liberated lifestyles or just dream of glutinous promiscuity. I was raised in a strict religious culture and was married and remained loyal to my marriage vows for more than twenty five years. It's true that I was married to two different women,...
The wartime story of Norma and James Rogers and their twin babies continues as they struggle to remain a family, even though Norma and James are thousands of miles apart. Their only communication was heavily censored letters that took five or six weeks at a minimum to travel between the writer and the reader, ensuring that they had to make what could be far...
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...
Tom had taken a plane from Columbus, Ohio to Chicago and had changed planes for this leg of the trip to San Francisco. The trip was uneventful and no fantasies had been fulfilled. The plane for this part of the flight was an L1011. Tom worked for a company as a customer support specialist. That meant if he or someone else wasn't able to assist a customer wi...
Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34A--24--35 95-pound figure with blond hair. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little town in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a brave decision to make as I'd applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a...
On the train she felt conspicuous, as if she drew attention to herself with every movement she made, as if everyone must know where she was going. They couldn't, of course. She was dressed, as instructed, in ordinary clothes. She was a woman on a suburban train. Her destination, and her occupation when she reached her destination, were no more known to her c...
{There is a small amount of sex in this story but I don't think it's erotic and I doubt you will either.} I reached down and turned the fuel bleeder valve on the tank of the old 1951 Tri-pacer. Just force of habit, I always checked before takeoff. The tiny test glass was clear fuel, it always was. I always checked anyway, finding out that there is moisture...
"I've bin asked to ask yer if you're interested in a bit of extra work on the side?" a mate had asked at work whilst no one else was within ear shot. It was a silly question really as every one knew how strapped for cash I was. He gave me an address and said that that the company was a small printing concern that produced run of the mill stuff. There was no...
(the conclusion to "Marianne, a Friend from Germany") After making love to Marianne Witmershaus, Ian Abercrombie always pondered her level of satisfaction. Did they fuck because she somehow still believed that after nearly 20 years her debt to him needed maintaining? Or was the exertion between them refraction of her husband's infidelities? Marianne told...
WEEK ELEVEN – When Things Go Wrong After my illuminating night with Mr. C, I decided to take a field trip over to a little adult toy store in Soho. Having had my taste of the forbidden, I was now completely addicted and determined to get my own vibrator. Don't get me wrong. It wasn't like I needed to replace Mr. C. I just thought it would be nice to have so...