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...
This story is based on what may be an urban myth from my college days. A fraternity brother told me about the incident after my own adventure, described in my story "Pledge Class Payback" so I believe it to be true. When I asked about it, no one could remember the actual names or years or the fraternity. However, it fed my imagination and inspired me to writ...
Chapter 10: Dark Obsession The battered black pickup with the deeply tinted windows nosed in between two parked cars, where the driver could watch Jessica unseen. She didn't notice the truck as she exited her rented Taurus and went into the downtown market. The driver watched, however, fascinated by the movement of her hips as she walked. He imagined them f...
How it all began. It all started with a crazy idea. Sat in a public bar, Mick and I were simply bouncing ideas off each other for possible ideal jobs. He turned to me and said "the best job in the world has to be filming those porno stars" to which I replied "No... The best job in the world would be filming everyday housewives and their dirty little fantasi...
Pass Me the Festivus Pole: Group gift exchanges. As Frank Costanza from Seinfeld would say, "The tradition of Festivus begins with the airing of grievances." Pass me the Festivus Pole, and listen up. Takes Festivus Pole This year, the number of group gift exchanges has gotten out of hand for my family. I appreciate that it's an attempt to limit the number...
Mila cleaned up and prepared to close the bar for the night as she thought about her day. It was a quiet evening, and she was happy for the break from the drama that usually surrounded The Rusty Tankard. Somehow though, she knew in her gut it was just a calm before the storm. Weeks passed since she helped Trysten escape into Pakaur, and she wondered how he w...
It had been about a month since that night when Jason and I first made love at his apartment. Since then, I had spent every weekend at his place, learning more each time about sex. We agreed to keep our relationship secret, because he would definitely lose his job at my high school if anybody knew what we were doing. I wanted to tell my friends, but I restra...
We rode into the Barney, New Mexico just after noon on the 15th of March, 2357. It was 250 odd years after the "Fist of Allah had Smote the Heathen". That plague had reduced mankind to 1 percent of it former Billions. The resulting chaos cost the remaining population modern agriculture and just as well as the refineries collapsed the oil had no way to be c...
It was a dream, as most things with you are. We were walking down the coastline, I don't know what was worse the sand in my shoes or walking barefoot along that very prickly beach, but I was with you so it didn't really matter anyway, I would have walked barefoot if I had to. "It's too bad you weren't here last week, you wouldn't believe the size of the wa...
When my wife Jeannie passed away two years ago, I was devastated. Never mind that she was a beautiful woman-mind, body and soul, and just thirty-eight years old. We were happily raising two strapping, wonderful boys, aged seven and nine. I did the only thing I could do: I put their needs first. I've been mother and father, friend and advisor, doctor and teac...