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...
As Susan waited nervously for the photographer to open the studio door, she wondered how the hell Jayne had persuaded her to model for the charity calendar that the girls at the nursing home were putting together. "Don't be such a prude" she had said. "Just turn up in your nurses uniform and you'll be out before you know it." Then she had scowled at Susan's...
James was an incoming freshman to Bellvere College, a well-reputed but very secretive college situated right in the middle of a mountain range. The college's owner was known to be a multi-billionaire who handpicked a small number of students every year for entrance into the school. Not much information could be found about it, but it was known for being a sc...
The girl, now in her first year of college, was excited about trying out for her school's winter volleyball team for girls. A last minute verbal exchange with her strict fifty- year old mother was now leaving the day and time of her physical in question. "Last year your brother attended grandma's birthday party" her mother began, "and you agreed with me t...
Ste. Vivienne's Clinic: "A visit during chemotherapy" Note: This fictional story is intended only to entertain adult readers. If you aren't legally old enough to do so, please do not read it. This story contains offensive language and a brief scene of lesbian sex. ^V^V^ Marissa wasn't home. I knew exactly where she was. She was at Ste. Vivienne's Clinic...
I heard the shots coming from the principal's office. I hurried down the hallway and ordered all the teachers and students to get into a classroom and lock the door. Before I got to mine I saw that the special education teacher was having trouble getting her students into her room. I had to chase one down and drag him back. The shooter saw me before I got t...
It all seemed like a blur, to be honest. I have no idea what the hell just happened to me. One moment, I was driving my parents to my sister's high school graduation ceremony, and the next thing I could remember was some sort of explosion. Some glass from the front panel must have lodged itself into my face or something. I distinctly remember that much, at l...
Reborn [Author's Note: I would like to thank "milady sabine" from the bottom of my heart for her help in editing my story. Her aid and encouragement were critical in my personal writing process. Thanks, milady!] David Wynne's life was appallingly dull. He got out of bed, making middle-aged grunts that decried his lack of fitness. After cracking every signi...
Author's Note: This is a series of stories involving the titular character, a young woman named Pooja, and her various sexual adventures. The stories are themed, mainly, around the evolution of her sexual activity. Each chapter is somewhat lengthy and detailed, but it's my hope such detail will provide a richer experience for you, the reader, as you truly g...
'Is orange more aesthetically pleasing than a grey gag?' "3,000 words by Wednesday, Levine, for not paying attention in class." Mr Marksan confiscated young Stuart's photograph. It was not, as such, pornographic but it was certainly suggestive. The very attractive young lady was bound and gagged but though her décolletage might be a little dishevelled and...